The sea breeze blew, waves crashing layer upon layer against the hull, spreading large patches of white foam between the water and wood.
A two-story low ship with sixteen sails, operated by rows of sturdy oars on both sides, continually paddled forward, navigating the sea.
Cheng Hui stood on the deck, leaning against the ship's side, gazing towards the right front.
"White Island... Let's hope there's some gains."
"No need to worry." Sitting beside him on a large fixed chair on the deck was a giant, slumped like stewed fatty meat, resembling a lump of braised pork.
This giant wore a smile, bald, draped in a red robe, with five strong women continuously massaging his body.
This person was none other than Kongwu, the recently resigned Sea Dragon King from the Sea Dragon organization.
Among the Kong-name generations, his strength and potential were initially not considered strong enough, so he was dispatched to oversee the Sea Dragon organization.
