The atmosphere was a bit awkward for a moment.
Before Han Zhan on the Garuda could say anything, the second warship had already come forward, lining up beside the first one and stopping right in front of the Garuda.
"Paying respects to Your Majesty!"
"Lord Beifang, a hundred years have passed, you really didn't die!"
"Lord Beifang not only didn't die, you even changed to a warship with more presence!"
"As expected, only a warship this overwhelming can be worthy of Lord Beifang's status!"
Flattering words rang out from all the warships, adding a faint taste of rainbow farts to the otherwise epic scene of a thousand sails racing.
So the Northern King's faction's corporate culture is like this… Thinking of that, Han Zhan looked down at Jian Beifang from above.
It wasn't that he deliberately wanted to look down on them; it was just the natural height difference between the Garuda and the Gray Sparrow.
