Lin Lan earnestly welcomed the visiting Alliance merchants.
In the spotless, immaculate living room, the gray-haired lord listened attentively to the plump merchant recounting peculiar and fascinating sea secrets.
After a moment, he looked surprised: "You mean every sea route has its own rules?"
"That's right, Lord Roland, take the route 'Fog Strait' for example,"
The merchant Old Dean chuckled: "A fleet wanting to safely pass through the Fog Strait must carefully line up and move forward through the narrow foggy path, and absolutely must not touch the grand fog walls on either side."
Lin Lan sipped his coffee: "What happens if you touch the fog walls?"
"The toucher will be swallowed by the dense fog and then fall into the Gray Realm because beneath the fog walls is not the ocean surface, but extremely dangerous cliffs."
