Three days may pass in the blink of an eye for an ordinary person, but for the survivors of Dragon's Fang Port, these past three days had been like living in a dream.
The shadow of death that had loomed over them not only dispersed, but the port had even become livelier than before.
The sonic boom that rang out at six o'clock sharp every morning had become an alarm clock more reliable than any rooster's crow.
As soon as they heard that deafening sound, everyone knew that their guardian was out for his morning "stroll."
With a powerhouse like Han Feng watching over them from the skies, the seas within a fifty-nautical-mile radius were frighteningly clear.
Forget Demon Beasts; even the pirates and Scavengers who were usually so arrogant and domineering would now cower like frightened quails the moment they spotted that streak of black light, not daring to even breathe too loudly.
「Three thousand meters in the air, at the edge of the Dragon Abyss Mist Sea.」
