This was his only lifeline, and he had to grasp it firmly.
It had to be said that for Graham to have survived for so many years as a sea merchant on the treacherous oceans, his courage and strategic mind were both top-notch.
And he had guessed correctly.
Wu Liangchen gave the blond-haired, blue-eyed Folangji merchant before him—his face a mask of humility—a long, hard look, then spoke.
"I want to go to the overseas secret realm."
'Just as I thought.'
In truth, Graham had already suspected as much.
After all, he couldn't imagine any other reason for such a peerless expert to seek him out.
Other than the overseas secret realm.
Although the martial arts of the Folangji had been in decline in recent years due to the rise of firearms, the secret realm was still a place countless Martial Artists dreamed of reaching.
No one knew how many had died on the way to the overseas secret realm.
Yet even so, ships still set out for that place one after another, an unending stream.
