In the calm waters, the Prosperity docked at the shores of Tianshu.
In the dead silence, even the sound of footsteps gradually coming from the deck was so clear.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the craftsman, arriving late, stepped off the ship step by step, and in the distance, beyond the boundary of the Association and You Sui, that remnant Flame Light had not yet dissipated.
Ash fell like snow.
"Excuse me, where should I register?"
Ji Jue looked up at the staff waiting on the shore. The Association staff was stunned for a moment and, after a long while, seemed to finally react, realizing someone was speaking to him.
"Ah, uh, ahead... ahead there is registration..."
The young man stammered in response, speaking more softly as his voice grew embarrassed, and finally, an older colleague beside him reacted and squeezed out a smile, "Please follow me, I'll handle this for you."
Ji Jue nodded and followed behind.
The process was swift.
