Jun Changxiao guided the Ancient Warship onward toward East Sea Fishing Prefecture. Many natural disasters still awaited him along the way.
With a spirited turn of the camera, the scene shifted to a small isolated island.
Crash! Crash!
Waves rolled in and battered the massive rocks.
An Old Man with disheveled hair sat atop one of them, utterly unmoved. His clothes were tattered beyond recognition, his features difficult to make out. Iron chains bound both his hands and feet, as though he had been imprisoned on this lonely island for decades.
"Once the Drift Bottles reach the continent, someone will definitely come save me!"
That was right!
This was Fan Yezi, the legendary Master Craftsman whose name was known but whose face was never seen, and who occasionally used weapons to heighten Jun Changxiao's air of showing off!
What a pity there were no chapter comments for now. Otherwise, countless readers would surely leave their marks. After all, a man who had appeared earlier than Su Xiaomo, Xiao Ziji, and Ye Xingchen had finally entered the frame after a thousand chapters. It was truly a moment worth commemorating!
"Old man."
An armored soldier behind him said coldly, "Never mind how far this is from the continent. The sea alone is filled with countless sea beasts. Those Drift Bottles of yours will probably be swallowed before they ever reach shore."
Master Fan said, "The Drift Bottles forged by this old man contain hidden mechanisms. How could they be so easily eaten by sea beasts?"
Oh no!
He had blurted out his inner thoughts again!
"Tch."
The soldier said disdainfully, "Even if the forces on the continent learn of this, do you really think anyone will travel thousands of miles to save you? In this world, it is every man for himself,