Identity Swapped Back, Part Two

As more time passed, more and more people gathered at the dock.

Even ordinary people knew that their current peace and happiness were all secured by Captain Fang's deterrence. As long as Captain Fang was alive, White Mist Continent could remain peaceful and happy forever.

If Captain Fang died, then before long, White Mist Continent would return to its former chaos! Their prayers were utterly sincere.

That afternoon, the sky was filled with glowing sunset clouds.

After spending the whole day waiting and gazing into the distance, the people were just preparing to head home when...

A clear, long whistle rang out from the distant sea.

The whistle shook the wind and clouds, sending waves surging across the sea.

The crowd on shore immediately erupted into excited commotion.

"Captain Fang is back?"

"Should be..."

Everyone held their breath in excitement and stared ahead. All they saw in the sunset was a small sampan.

A black-clad figure stood tall at the bow, his hands clasped behind his back, his robes fluttering in the wind.

The shore instantly erupted with thunderous cheers. "Captain Fang!"

"It's Captain Fang!"

"Captain Fang is back!"

The moment that long whistle sounded, Fang Che had already arrived at the dock.

He might not have recognized other people's voices, but... that was his own voice, damn it.

Standing on a high point, he saw the sunset casting golden light across the glittering sea, with clouds of every color filling the sky.

A small sampan emerged from the sunset and drifted leisurely toward the shore.

A figure stood at the bow with his hands behind his back, tall and straight. The evening breeze lifted his sideburns and robes, making his sleeves flutter as though he were about to ride the wind and return to the sunset.

He was not