This dock had originally been an excellent harbor, where medium and large seagoing ships could berth directly at shore. It had once been bustling, but in recent years it had fallen desolate, which was rather strange. Still, merchants prized profit. Since Pingning Port could likewise provide good shipping lanes, who would bother investigating why this dock had been abandoned?
The seagoing ship slowly pulled alongside the shore, yet Zhang Xiaohua's cabin door remained shut. Bai Yonggui was caught between joy and worry. He was glad that the ship had finally docked and that the reinforcements sent by the gang leader were waiting ashore; at last, he could hand over this burning-hot potato. Yet he was worried as well. Why had that youth with peerless qinggong still not come out? Could it be, just as Junior Brother Li had guessed, that he had secretly slipped away last night?
But if Bai Yonggui were asked to open Zhang Xiaohua's cabin door himself, he truly did not have the courage.
Looking at the four people on shore, Bai Yonggui secretly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. After thinking for a moment, he called to the others and leaped ashore.
Four people stood side by side on the shore. The two in the middle were around twenty-three or twenty-four years old, dressed in gray long robes with caps on their heads. One held a long sword, while the other carried a long Crescent Spade. The two standing at either side were men in tight-fitting martial attire, roughly forty years old, both holding long swords. Though older, they were extraordinarily respectful toward the two men in the middle, lowering their brows and bowing their heads as they spoke.
Of the two in the middle, one kept his eyes closed and said nothing, while the