Two days had passed in the blink of an eye, and the winter rain had been getting heavier. By the next morning, a thick fog had even set in.
"Haha, heaven truly aids us, with this heavy fog on the sea covering our approach, we will be able to get near East Pole Island without anyone knowing!"
In the council hall, Mu Tianye, the Old Eastern King, laughed heartily, exuding an air of high spirits.
At this moment, in the hall, the eight deputy commanders and several lords from the Eastern Border had gathered, and to the left were Ye Feng and his four companions.
To the right, there were also five people, five slender figures in black robes with unusually long arms, nearly reaching their knees, which were very conspicuous. Of course, what stood out the most were their palms, wider than those of ordinary people, with each finger noticeably thicker.