“Eh?” A surprised captain walked over from the front cabin. He was a bearded man with deep, sunken eyes. He looked as though he hadn’t slept for a long while, but his eyes were full of ferocity. His brows twitched as he glanced at Qianye with a serious expression. “An expert, I see. Fine, I was only stopping them from destroying my ship, no offense intended.”

Qianye hadn’t activated Bloodline Concealment, but his aura was well-constrained. Few in the empire could see through his strength, but here in the neutral lands, most of the people possessed extremely sharp intuition. They didn’t need to gauge him carefully to know that he was very powerful.

This made Qianye quite helpless. Then again, this was a cruel and merciless land; those without sharp intuition toward danger were probably dead already.

Qianye nodded toward the captain, not intending to stir up further trouble. He merely got up and walked over the toppled guests, preparing to disembark.

It was inevitable that he would step over people on his way out, but no one complained about it; they didn’t even dare to grimace. The captain had knocked so many people down with a single roar,...