Qing Chen silently tallied them up. There were more than thirty water-bandit cultivator corpses in total, and no fewer than seven had been at the late Qi Refining stage.
"Even the smallest mosquito is still meat."
The Mysterious Blood Warship sped across the sea amid the rushing roar of waves.
Qing Chen stood at the bow of the Mysterious Blood Warship, watching Mysterious Constancy Island draw ever closer, a cold gleam flashing in his eyes.
"Gao Yuliang, Xu Xiake, assemble everyone and prepare to land," Qing Chen said calmly.
The warship slowly entered the docks of Mysterious Constancy Island. Before it had even come to a complete stop, they found the docks already boiling with voices.
The docks of Changchun City on Mysterious Constancy Island were nothing like the cleared grounds on Mysterious Mountain Island.
The place bustled with activity, as though a grand festival were underway.
Colorful banners fluttered in the wind above the docks, bearing large golden letters:
"Welcome, Inspector Qing!"
"Thank you for your hard work, Inspector Qing!"
"May favorable winds accompany you all the way, Inspector Qing!" and other enthusiastic greetings.
Gongs and drums rang out deafeningly as groups of mortals in brightly colored costumes performed dragon and lion dances.
They leaped and tumbled across the docks, drawing waves of cheers.
A festive atmosphere filled the entire dock.
Yet amid this extraordinary bustle, not a single cultivator was in sight.
Qing Chen stood by the docks, calmly surveying everything around him.
The other Condensed Jade Sect disciples, however, were somewhat bewildered by this unexpected display.
They exchanged glances, their eyes full of confusion.
Xu Xiake's face burned with anger. Clenching his fists, he said through gritted teeth, "Outrageous! What is this disorderly nonsense? Where is their decorum? What is this supposed to be? Are they making