"National Preceptor, there's a port not far ahead. It looks like the Port Royal you mentioned!"
Qing Mo stood at the stern of the largest treasure ship, fishing with a rod in hand. Upon hearing the report from the personal guard beside him, he casually waved a hand. The soldier lowered his head slightly, bowed, and slowly withdrew.
"Male god, after drifting at sea for so long, we've finally come across a proper port!"
"Mm~! I really don't know why you chose to travel the seas this way. Wouldn't flying be faster?"
Angel Leng walked toward him while eating slices of chilled watermelon, one in each hand. A streak of pink watermelon juice still trailed from the corner of her mouth.
Having spent most of the day fishing and reaped quite a haul, Qing Mo slowly turned around and raised a hand to wipe away the juice at the corner of Angel Leng's mouth.
"Leng! How many times have I told you? Address me by my title while we're working!"
Qing Mo did not directly answer Angel Leng's question. After distributing the fish he had caught among the soldiers nearby, he merely shot her a bland look.
"Yes, yes, yes! Qing Plant—ah, no!"
"Qing Mo, National Preceptor of the Great Ming Empire, Grand Tutor to the Crown Prince, Imperial Tutor, Duke of Immortal Nation, Marquis of Immortal Might, Great General Who Quells the Seas—male god!"
Pfft~!
Before Qing Mo could speak, Li Tiezhu, another personal guard standing beside him, could not help bursting into laughter.
"What are you laughing at?" Angel Leng immediately glared at him upon hearing it.
"Nothing, I wasn't laughing at anything! I-I think I heard someone calling me?"
"National Preceptor, Madam National Preceptor, I'll go take a look!"
Afraid that Angel Leng, the National Preceptor's wife,