Shen Le glanced over the mission plan for this operation and immediately felt his heart pound.
Cloud Kun was getting bolder and bolder!
And venturing farther and farther out!
The last time it had gone on a mission with the fleet, they had only reached the edge of the First Island Chain, with nothing across from them but Bald Eagle and its two sons.
This time, good grief—they were charging six or seven thousand kilometers southeast, crossing the equator entirely and going well beyond the area marked out by the Copper Fragment, or the range Cloud Kun had reached during the Ming Dynasty.
In other words, if they truly encountered danger, Cloud Kun would have no way to swiftly teleport back through the waterways.
The only thing it could count on was Li Xingtang or Mountain Warden flying out on sword-light and carrying it at high speed, hoping to use the flying sword's speed and their smaller, more agile forms to escape the enemy's encirclement—and then count the countries on the other side. One, two, three—five, ten—eighteen! Nineteen!
[Oh, it's fine!]
Cloud Kun answered with complete confidence:
[I'm not going out this time! I'll stay hidden beneath that street loafer's belly. He'll watch above, and I'll watch below!
Don't worry. First, they won't dare attack us. Second, even if they do, they won't be able to get through the street loafer's defensive perimeter to reach me!]
"Fine... as long as you think it'll be okay." Shen Le sighed. "Can I come along this time?"
"Ah... Mr. Shen, please wait a moment. We'll have to request instructions from our superiors—"
A precious expert like Shen Le asking to personally enter a dangerous area was naturally not something the captain of the Cloud Kun could decide on his own—
Though this "captain"