The so-called Image Disciple was the person who represented the Seven Blood Eyes.
This way, all the nonhumans who visited the Seven Blood Eyes could see Xu Qing and the captain. Every time they saw them, they would remember the humiliation of the Sea Corpse Race.
In the following period, with the arrival of a large number of nonhumans, Xu Qing and the captain had no choice but to get busy.
At the moment, Xu Qing was standing at Port 176, silently waiting for the incoming nonhumans at dusk.
Under the setting sun, his devilishly handsome face was enough to mesmerize all living beings. As the sea breeze blew over, the fine hair on his forehead fluttered like a black curtain, hiding coldness and impatience.
This was already the seventh batch of nonhumans Xu Qing had welcomed in this half a month since he received the ancestor's appointment.
However, Xu Qing still couldn't get used to it. He felt a sense of rejection toward this mission.