"Stop looking. Young Sect Master, please."
After Qian Luoshan went ashore, he saw that Han Zhao did not get off the ship for a long time and smiled.
"Alright." Han Zhao hugged Si Zhu's slender waist and brought her over the soft sand of the shallow beach to land.
"Young Sect Master is indeed protective of women!" Zhang Rushen sighed.
"You talk too much nonsense. Aren't you going to see Envoy Zhu? Hurry up." Han Zhao glanced at him expressionlessly.
"Yes!" Zhang Rushen gritted his teeth.
Seeing Han Zhao's sudden change in attitude, Qian Luoshan felt that something was wrong.
However, this isolated island overseas did not have any strong reinforcements. Where did he get his confidence from? He was probably scared silly and pretending to be calm.
"Let's go," Zhu Cheng said in a low voice.
He took the lead and walked towards the small village in the center of Flying Fish Island.