Aidan (Duke of Altland): "Alright, then I'll head to Lordaeron to meet you."
Gedwyn (King of Lordaeron): "Then I will await you here. Oh, by the way, is Jaina with you? Could you bring her along? Her brother is here, inquiring about her whereabouts; it seems something has happened in Kul Tiras."
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Powered by the Storm Divine Power, the fleet's sailing speed far surpassed that of ordinary fleets. The next day, the Storm Fleet slowly docked at the port of Lordaeron.
It had been a long time since my last visit to Lordaeron, and the port was as bustling as ever.
Standing at the bow, Mo Fei gazed out at the distant Golden Tree, so majestic that even from the harbor, one felt compelled to look up.
Time had passed, and the tree had grown even larger.
The originally dazzling gold had gradually transformed into a subdued pale gold, and the Holy Light, once brilliantly radiant, had become stable and solid, evoking a sense of solemn sanctity.