Qian Tong had returned. For Yang Qing and the others, this was undoubtedly good news.
Si Yifan was naturally delighted as well.
As long as he saw Qian Tong, he could help Yang Qing get to the bottom of the matter they had been trying to unravel all this time.
At the same time, he also had a score to settle with Qian Tong over their unjust imprisonment in the Qian Household Water Prison.
Had they failed to escape, they could only have accepted their bad luck.
But now that they had emerged safely, certain accounts had to be settled in full.
After all, the Si Household was no meek lamb.
Besides, one of the Twelve Holy Envoys had accompanied him. Even if not for the Si Household, he had to vent this anger for Yang Qing's sake.
The Qian Household's fleet moved slowly, and its ships sat low in the water. They must have brought back a considerable cargo.
Neither Si Yifan nor Yang Qing had much interest in that.
All they needed to do was intercept the Qian Household's ships before they returned to Outlying Island.
Having dealt with Qian Tong many times, Si Yifan knew that he usually preferred to remain at the rear of the fleet. Thus, he ordered his men to stop only the last ship.
Sure enough, Qian Tong was aboard.
"Master Si? What wind has blown you here?"
Qian Tong was far more burly than Qian Zhi. Standing before them, he resembled a small mountain.
Years of sailing had also left his skin darker than Qian Zhi's.
Still, he was extremely surprised to see Si Yifan.
He and Si Yifan had been friends for years, and each knew the other's temperament well.
Si Yifan devoted himself entirely to shipbuilding. Unless something urgent arose,