The Barbarian Envoy Who Precisely Steps on Landmines

Beneath the flying boat.

Two groups of barbarians gathered together, looking up at the sky.

Yu Bai and Yu Qing were caught by the fishing line and pulled up to the flying boat.

"Whose vessel is this? It's so large!?"

The barbarian named Anan asked.

"Brother Anan, I know."

At this moment, a barbarian of medium stature stepped forward.

Unlike the others clad in animal skins, this barbarian wore a robe made of spirit silk, crafted with special techniques. However, it looked somewhat awkward on him, like a misfit.

"What do you think, Awen?"

Anan turned to ask.

He knew this clansman, who had lived in the lands of the demonic races for several years and was well-informed about the outside world.

"We are currently in the territory of Pan Jiang Country, which falls under the jurisdiction of the Thousand Saints Mountain of the demonic races."