Lin Qian was oblivious to the intense desire of the young Swift Hidden Clansmen to kill him; seated on his imperial carriage, he only felt it was a pity.
Such a great number of the Swift Hidden Clansmen had yet to bring him any good news, and yet they perished in vain.
"What a waste of my Potion!" Lin Qian complained, not dwelling on it any longer.
Now, Lin Qian's attention was more on other buildings, namely, the direction he had observed and determined to be constructed by the Human Clan.
However, half a teacup's time later, the imperial carriage came to a halt.
"In that direction, we are no longer in the space of the jungle but a body of water instead, and within that deep sea, there are structures. Based on our previous encounters, I fear it might be a retreat for the Sea Clan, worth checking out," Lin Qian said, pointing eastward to Zhang Zide and the others after the carriage stopped.
