The capital of Yunzhou was many times larger than a typical county city. Even its outer city walls, constructed from solid white rock, were tall and magnificent. Outside the docks stretched a river three hundred meters wide.
At this moment, Martial Artists from various major powers had gathered. Everyone's gaze was fixed either on the approaching gigantic ship or on Zhao Zhongming, who stood at the forefront with his hands clasped behind his back. Being in the capital, they had learned of Jiang Shu's ship's departure time earlier and could naturally predict its arrival, waiting here in advance.
"The Thousand-Household Commander has already gone over. Who knows if Jiang Shu will accept the challenge?"
