Four months later, Ye Zhen saw Hua Changjun again. Her tall figure, hair piled high in a formal coiffure, and long court dress displayed her noble bearing to the fullest.
What surprised Ye Zhen was that the moment Hua Changjun descended onto the dock, her gaze became entangled with Liao Feibai's.
Liao Feibai's temperament, like the thousand-year snow atop Ten-Thousand-Blade Peak, drew Hua Changjun's attention at once. Though the gap in their cultivation was immense, it did not hinder their exchange.
Very soon, receiving Hua Changjun had nothing to do with Ye Zhen. Liao Feibai accompanied her throughout, while Ye Zhen became the companion of Hua Changjun's attendants.
Compared with last time, Hua Changjun's entourage was far more imposing this time. Perhaps last time, she had only made a temporary stop and had not intended to go ashore.
This time, Hua Changjun had over a hundred attendants with her. Around forty were maidservants, while the rest were all guards.
Of the sixty guards, fifty were Mystic Palace Realm martial artists, while the other ten were World King Realm experts. And that was not all—there were at least a thousand elite martial artists still aboard the ship.
Thus, while Ye Zhen was leading the way, he heard a World King Realm guard openly say, "This shabby little place is worth His Highness personally coming to congratulate? If I acted alone, I could get it into His Highness's hands in less than half an hour..."
Before the guard could finish, Hua Zhong, the steward leading the group, shot him a fierce glare, making him swallow the rest of his words.
"Steward Di, my apologies. The people below have no restraint in their speech. Please forgive them."
"Heh, no matter."
Ye Zhen answered calmly, somewhat surprising Hua Zhong.
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