Waves of light and mist surged.
The giant dragon-headed ship was docking.
Ahead lay the pier, where towering buildings and lush plants stood. The area was bustling with a tide of people, but the giant dragon-headed ship was the only foreign vessel.
Someone came forward to receive them, guiding the dragon-headed ship slowly into the lock. The Wild King People followed behind the ship. Their unremarkable appearance was highly deceptive; no one could discern their level information, and few paid them much attention, assuming they were merely the ship's guards.
At this moment, Wang Yi curiously observed the receptionist. The person wore a Flying Star Suit—a Martial God Brocade Guard!
