"Well, isn't this an unexpected surprise?"
Standing on the deck of a ship sailing at 15 knots and feeling the sea breeze hit his face like a hammer, Vijay couldn't help but marvel as he glanced at the reports threatening to fly away from his hands. He was currently sailing through the Bengal Sea, just off the coast of Vishakapatnam, heading directly toward the port of Kolkata.
Gazing at the distant shore, he muttered, "I didn't expect Zhu Youlang to be this lucky in this life."
In his last life, Zhu Youlang had fled to the Burmese Kingdom seeking asylum, only to be killed in the end. But this time, not only had he defeated the Wu warlord, he had also managed to restore the Ming dynasty.
He couldn't help but be amazed at how mysterious fate can be sometimes.
Vijay crumpled the paper and let it slip from his hand; the pages flew away, disappearing into the vast sea.
