Zhang Yuan flipped his wrist, and the paddle carved a beautiful arc in the water.
The ship he steered docked gracefully, causing only gentle ripples as it came to a steady stop.
But Zhang Yuan didn't immediately disembark.
He sat on the boat, waiting quietly for a moment.
At this moment, Zhang Yuan's mind was utilizing the soaring Red-eyed Crow above to survey the surrounding area.
The location where Zhang Yuan docked was only a few hundred steps away from his residence.
Away from the bustling Wharf District.
This choice was purposefully made by Zhang Yuan to facilitate his regular access to Golden Sand Island and, in case of an insurmountable danger, to quickly escape into the water.
For Zhang Yuan, residing here is safer compared to living in the island's core.
But now, Zhang Yuan realized he was somewhat careless.
Today, he was ambushed by the Wuqi Tribe, which was quite normal on its own.
