"Shi Ming! This new ship of yours is so cool!"
Li Jiuyuan stroked the edge of the Da Yu's hull, completely captivated.
"A 300-meter hull... every single detail, even the grain of the deck, is a masterpiece of craftsmanship, perfect to the last degree. The entire ship has this unified aura—domineering, regal, soaring, and righteous!"
"Only a ship like this is worthy of your strength and status!"
"I'm certain of it. Even the Cuiyan, which supposedly inherited the pinnacle of German precision engineering, can't compare to your ship in terms of artistic value!"
The starlight that once shrouded the hull had long since receded inward.
The Da Yu's overall color was now a deliberately understated Xuan Yao Black, like a dark meteorite buried for eons, its brilliance contained within. But even so, a King-level Wandering Ship, no matter how disguised or unassuming, could not conceal its extraordinary presence.
