Prissy Caravan.
A lengthy caravan piled up outside Storm Corner Bay.
There was still some time before the evening tide, and people gathered around the caravan, marveling at Storm Corner.
"Don't hope for his return." Bastus, leaning against a cargo box, gave a cold snort, "Though I admire his foolishness."
"Lu... he won't die!" Puxiu argued loudly.
"No one can escape death, even the gods will have their day of being devoured." Bastus, uninterested in quarreling with the little one, gazed towards the distant Spine of the World Mountains on the horizon.
"But you brought us along because you believe he can return." Katerina said with arms crossed and a sneer.
Bastus, who appeared hot-tempered and unapproachable, remained silent.
After a while, a knight on the outskirts of the caravan ran over to tell Bastus that they found something approaching.
"It must be Mr. Lu Li returning!"
Puxiu eagerly rushed over.
