Inside the God of Wealth Merchant Fleet's flagship, everyone had gathered together to celebrate their recent victory.
Of course, celebration was celebration, but the fleet still had to keep sailing. They did not stop where they were; this was a troublesome place, and they should not linger.
Purple Lightning Arhat clasped his hands toward Fan Lang and said solemnly, "Thank you, Flying Dragon Young Master, for driving back the enemy just now. If not for you charging through the battlefield soaked in blood, we could not have driven off that group of Rebel Army soldiers so quickly. Since I had to remain aboard to hold down the fort, I could not easily leave to join the battle. I truly feel ashamed."
"No need to be polite, Captain. I'll say the same thing again: hurry on your way, and that will be repayment enough for me. We've been together for so many days and experienced so much. I'm sure you have some degree of trust in me by now. If you trust me, please let me take part in planning the route. I can speed up your journey and get you back to the Aurora God Kingdom as soon as possible, lest complications arise," Fan Lang said.
"Of course, of course. We trust you completely now. If anyone dares doubt you again, I, the captain, will be the first to object!" Purple Lightning Arhat declared loudly.
Zhu Fengbai, who had repeatedly suspected Fan Lang before, had completely wilted now. He stood silently at the side without saying a word.
Purple Lightning Arhat ordered wine and a feast prepared, saying that he wanted to properly entertain Fan Lang.
Everyone had just won a battle and was in high spirits, but they celebrated too soon.
The banquet had only reached its midpoint when