C181 Qingmo City.!

The sound of urgent footsteps echoed through the air. A middle-aged man with an apologetic expression quickly approached Qin Feng, who had just stepped out of his room. "My lord, our Holy Dragon warship is running low on endosperm, so we need to make a stop in this city to stock up before we can set off again," he explained.

This man, radiating a strong aura, was Huangfu Qiong