After the Blood Skull Pirate Gang was annihilated by a mysterious expert, everyone on the ship was overcome with the ecstatic joy of survival.
The crowd chattered excitedly, discussing what had just happened.
"Who would have thought the infamously fierce Blood Skull Pirate Gang would be wiped out just like that?"
"What a shame we couldn't even catch a glimpse of that mysterious expert. I would have thanked them in person if I could have."
"Forget it. Masters like that have their pride. We were incredibly lucky they even deigned to save us. We can't ask for more."
The discussion continued endlessly.
"Qingqing."
Suddenly, a voice drifted down from the sky, reaching everyone's ears.
All eyes turned to see a graceful young man descend into their midst. Dressed in white and holding a folding fan, he looked dashing and exceptionally suave.
"It's Young Master Hua Feiyu."
The crowd gasped in surprise. This man clearly had an extraordinary background.
