They were like a defeated nation coming to pay tribute to the victor, subjected to all kinds of difficulties and interrogations along the way.
Including Fu Jin—obviously he was a Demigod, yet when faced with harassment from people weaker than him, he didn't dare make a sound and could only endure it.
Because he had to endure. Jing Yan and Zhao Xing had gone through hardship together, and the Beihai Lord had once helped Zhao Xing; he was here to beg forgiveness and admit defeat.
"This is too much. These people, in the past, wouldn't even have qualified for a glance from my Carlos Family, and now they dare to act this arrogant!" Yiping stormed into the ship's hall, eyes spitting fire. "We've already been checked over and over more than a dozen times, and they still won't let us through."
Fu Jin was still plucking the zither on his seat, expression calm, only his aura a little cold and distant.
