"The Great Qian fleet? From Emperor Pole Continent?"
Hearing Sword-Obsessed's words, Wang Ba looked startled, then immediately understood.
Sword-Obsessed nodded, then puzzlement appeared in his eyes.
"Great Qian isn't cut off from the other continents, but normally there are only a few merchant ships. These fleets are flying the Great Qian imperial family's dragon flags. They're clearly imperial fleets..."
A thought stirred in Wang Ba's mind, and he said:
"Since you're curious, Senior, why don't we go over and have a look?"
Sword-Obsessed hesitated, then nodded, though it was unclear what had occurred to him.
Yinghe and Li Yingfu had already perceptively set the Iron Ship in motion, flying swiftly into the depths of the mist.
Before they drew near, several urgent warnings suddenly rang out from the fleet.
Soon, a steady voice sounded:
"We passed this way by mistake and have no intention of disturbing you. Please forgive us."
As the words sounded, a Nascent Soul-level presence rose from one of the ships.
Although that presence was displaying itself with all its might, Wang Ba immediately detected the weakness beneath its fierce exterior.
Nascent Soul middle stage?
Wang Ba's thoughts paused briefly.
Sword-Obsessed, however, looked surprised and uncertain. Suddenly, he called out tentatively:
"Ye Hao?"
As soon as he said this,
the ships fell silent.
After a brief silence, that steady voice carried a trace of incredulous delight and a tremor:
"Eighth Royal Uncle?"
Before the words had faded,
a figure had already flown out from one of the ships.
The man looked handsome and young, dressed in ceremonial dragon robes, with an air of inherent nobility.
Hearing their brief exchange, Wang Ba looked at Sword-Obsessed in astonishment.
"Eighth Royal Uncle?"
A trace of embarrassment appeared on Sword-Obsessed's face as he explained, "I didn't tell you before, but I'm