Guan Xiangfei was still tangled up in the fact that he now had to rely on Ling Wuyuan's name to hold up the scene.
As the primary focus of Guan Xiangfei and the various factions.
Even while deliberately slowing their advance, the fleet Ling Wuyuan was in still successfully arrived near [Golden Mist Continent].
Standing on the deck of the [Ice Erosion Cold Boat].
Gazing at the distant coastline.
At this moment, Ling Wuyuan felt no joy whatsoever at returning to his homeland.
All he felt was an incomparably composed and utterly tranquil state of mind.
If he had to name any special feeling, at most, it was the casual sense that he could finally show off a little.
But that feeling came and went quickly.
It vanished without a trace in an instant.
After all.
He no longer needed to care about such things. The reason he had brought the fleet was merely because it better suited his status.
As the superior of all the factions, he could keep a low profile, but he certainly could not do so at every moment. Whenever he appeared before others, he needed to deliberately display his strength and foundations. Only then could he suppress the dissatisfaction in the hearts of all those fools.
Just like how dignitaries and nobles often deliberately purchased all manner of luxurious vehicles to flaunt their power and win greater recognition and admiration.
Right now.
Because their slow pace had given him quite a bit of extra time to ponder life.
Ling Wuyuan, with nothing better to do, began considering what Su Qingyue had said before.
He started thinking about what kind of Floating Rune Warship he should build as the future showpiece of his faction—
Something more traditional?
Something more sci-fi?
Or perhaps—simply bring out the Flesh