Yan Ming's steady voice came from outside the cabin.
"Let him in." Chen Sheng slowly concluded his meditation, opening his eyes. The sharp glint within them had been drawn back.
The cabin door swung open, and Yang Yi strode in, an indelible worry etched on his face.
"Commander Chen, in another fifteen minutes, our ship will reach the waters of Cyan Wolf Stronghold. My heart... is in turmoil. Cyan Wolf Stronghold's actions have been far too unusual. There must be a trap.
In my humble opinion, it would be best to proceed with caution. A more thorough plan is the only proper course of action."
Yang Yi had voiced his concerns about Cyan Wolf Stronghold setting a trap several times over the past few days, but Chen Sheng remained unmoved.
He knew Commander Chen was young and hot-blooded, with profound Cultivation, but that was no reason to underestimate the enemy.
