Hearing this, Feng Tianyun finally understood.
This was no passing whim of Fang Qianyuan's. He had clearly planned it with painstaking care!
Not only had he thoroughly investigated "Guang Hao's" name, background, and personal connections, but he had also used them to devise an infiltration plan blending truth and falsehood, complete with the dual cover stories of "a rogue cultivator seeking to join" and "a warrior searching for family."
If anyone claimed he had no ulterior motive, Feng Tianyun would be the first to disbelieve it.
Still, Feng Tianyun gave him a long, searching look and said nothing more.
A man like him would probably never have become a renowned figure in his own domain without some depth of cunning.
Whatever Fang Qianyuan intended to do was none of his concern. He only needed to feign ignorance.
Before they knew it, nearly half a month had flown by, and it was already mid-September.
Dressed as a travel-worn rogue cultivator, Fang Qianyuan stood on one side of the deck of a merchant ship bound for Ten Thousand Poisons Valley, while Bo Shiyong, using the alias Bo Jiu, stood on the other. Along with the sailors and Spirit Tamers nearby, they watched the scenery.
The sea was calm, and rosy clouds hung along the horizon like translucent gauze curtains.
Seagulls followed behind the sails, letting out ringing cries.
Behind this ship were another six merchant vessels of much the same size, forming a convoy that advanced at a leisurely pace.
These ships belonged to the Four Seas Trade Association. They were heading to Ten Thousand Poisons Valley to deliver all manner of grain and supplies needed by the households within the valley and the shops in its associated market districts.
In the Eastern Sea, the Four Seas Trade Association controlled the