"Being able to go home already makes me better off than many others, unlike Chen Yuxian and Hu Xiayong, who are forever stuck in the North..."

puff!

A sudden sound came from outside, and the ship shook.

Chen Hai frowned and tiptoed out, only to find the fisherman lying across the bow of the boat with an arrow stuck in his chest.

"Director Chen! The sea breeze is cold, let's go ashore to warm up!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Hai looked sharply toward Qingdong City and saw a row of torches burning on the shore.

He didn't recognize the voice of the person who spoke, but a familiar voice immediately followed.

"Brother Chen, listen to me, row your boat over here yourself. I don't want you to be shot dead too!"

Chen Hai closed his eyes; he knew that voice all too well.

Xiao Luomu.

His best friend in Qingdong City.

"Brother Xiao, let's be brothers again in the next life!"

After saying this, Chen Hai crouched down slightly, about to jump into the sea.

Just then, a dark shadow landed at the stern of the boat, and the huge impact lifted the bow, knocking Chen Hai, who was about to jump into the water, down.

Chen Hai looked up and, using the light from the shimmering sea, made out the shape of the dark figure.

A man with a sword, long hair flowing in the wind.

Zhou Chuan walked up to Chen Hai, placed his sword against Chen Hai's neck, and said, "Because of you, more than a hundred people almost lost their lives on Lingshan Mountain."

"Because of you, Yang Qingzhi's plan to launch a surprise attack on the thirteen cities of Jingdong is very likely to succeed, and at that time, the number of Jing people who will suffer will be countless."

"Because of you, I almost didn't have the chance to repay my benefactor."

"It's easy to want to die."

"But your blood is not worthy to flow into the waters of my Great Jing!"