The moment Yang Ling met the man's eyes, he unobtrusively looked away, gazing around as though curious about his surroundings.
He was not sure whether this man was the Wei Lord of the Heavenly Wolf Guard.
Anyone who could stand in that position at the bow had to be an important figure among the Rong Tribe, even if he was not the Heavenly Wolf Guard Wei Lord.
Unless absolutely necessary, he did not want to draw the attention of someone like that. It was best to keep a low profile.
Yet the man did not look away simply because Yang Ling had averted his eyes.
He kept watching Yang Ling, trying to make eye contact with him a second time.
Yang Ling simply turned to chat with Zhang Wei, refusing to look in that direction.
He did not know whether he had imagined it, but he seemed to hear a soft chuckle.
The next moment, everyone saw a blur.
Four figures appeared before Xie Jinjia and his two companions.
Many martial artists exchanged glances, looking at the Giant Ship still several miles away, then back at the four newcomers. They found it terrifying.
With movement techniques and speed like that, anyone whose cultivation was lower than theirs had no chance of winning whatsoever.
After the Middle-aged Lay Buddhist boarded the ship, Li Zhong led the Iron Clothes Department Masters and their Iron Clothes subordinates in cupping their fists in salute.
Xie Jinjia and the Ministry of War officials he had brought bowed with cupped hands to the Minister.
A similar scene unfolded among the Rong Tribe.
The Earth Wolf General and Old Tu, the Lone Wolf General, led the Heavenly Wolf Guard in saluting an unremarkable-looking middle-aged man.
Chen Quan and the others saluted the elderly man beside him.
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