Arrived at the Northern Plains

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, this is the Northern Plains? As expected of being called the land blessed by immortals. Compared to the Eastern Plains, it's more than a hundred times better, right?"

On the small boat, Victor surveyed his surroundings and mocked disapprovingly.

However, in Jian Haomiao's ears, these words were akin to a farmer entering the city and started to patiently explain to Victor. However, Victor quickly rejected.

He had heard so many people talk about the Northern Plains. He had long been familiar with it. Did he still need Jian Haomiao's introductions?

Just as Victor was thinking about how to take back the fate that belonged to the Eastern Plains, an extremely sharp remnant of sword aura suddenly appeared nearby!

This remnant of sword aura had almost overturned Victor's small boat. This made him very puzzled.

"What happened?"