"Thank you for your help, Brother Meng."
Ye Fan spoke his thanks.
That token, which had appeared from nowhere, seemed to be extremely important. The moment it appeared, Meng Tian's attitude changed.
It seemed that he now regarded Ye Fan as one of his own.
"You're too polite, Brother Ye. Since His Majesty bestowed this token upon you, he intends for me to assist you."
Meng Tian waved his hand, though inwardly, he was still deeply shocked.
Ever since the First Emperor had transformed Eternal Space-time into a ring and suppressed the Primordial Ancestral Dragon beneath Xianyang City, countless years had passed. Even he had not received an imperial decree from the First Emperor.
Yet Ye Fan had actually received a token bestowed by the First Emperor. How could that not set his mind racing?
One had to know that the four words, As if I personally arrived, were supreme throughout Immortal Qin—even above Crown Prince Fusu, who currently oversaw the state.
They practically represented the highest authority of Immortal Qin today!
What virtue or ability did this otherworldly powerhouse named Ye Fan possess to earn such trust from the First Emperor?
Could this man truly be connected to the Imperial Preceptor?
On the deck, the Old Qin people who had previously been startled gathered together, all filled with curiosity.
"Ye Fan didn't notice me either?"
Duan De stood amid the crowd, somewhat uncertain and alarmed.
Ye Fan said no more and quietly looked down upon the endless sea of void.
This dragon-boat warship was astonishingly fast. Following the trajectory of the human-path current, it could cross a Great World in almost an instant.
Wherever it passed, the void was torn apart, and every ray of light and shadow raced backward into afterimages.
Before long, Ye Fan saw the colossal