Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
I, The Dragon Overlord
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 771- Let it go
My Iyashikei Game
Chapter 933: Nine Awakenings
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 906 - God's Domain's Strongest Player
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 770- Four Winged Devil
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 05.05 - Gold
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 55: Athens’ Shamshir
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 166.2: Extremely Brutal Monster Battlefield
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 421: This World Shouldn’t Be Like This
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 54: Bare-faced Lies
My Iyashikei Game
Chapter 932: Matricide
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 769- Second seven star
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 905 - Zero Wing's Mortal God?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 768- Flesh valley
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 05.04 - Gold
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 166.1: Extremely Brutal Monster Battlefield
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 53: Burn It All Down!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 420: Life like Weeds
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 52: I Lied
Chapter 428: Elder Cousin, Younger Cousin!
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Everyone's faces were red from the cold, but their eyes were bright from excitement.
One after another, the cooks, the sailors, the riggers, the helmsmen, the guards, the bowmen… they continued to disembark from the ships. After everyone left, a young man, his face honed by the wind and frost, finally appeared on the first ship.
This youth didn't seem very old, but his eyes were those of a calm and time-tested veteran. They weren't the eyes a young man should have, and were more appropriate for a middle-aged man of thirty or forty who had a story to tell.
"I'm finally back!"
Wang Liang let out a cold breath of air. Taking in the dense, lively, and amiable crowd of sailors as well as the familiar yet empty harbor cloaked in white, he internally sighed.
Though he had set out from here only half a year ago, it had felt so long that it seemed like another life.
He had seen and experienced far too much on this adventure.
Breathing in a lungful of cold air, Wang Liang raised his robe and began to descend the wooden ship stairs. The steps creaked as he walked, each creak resounding in every sailor's ear.
"Captain!"
"Captain!"
"Captain!"
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As they watched Wang Liang walk down, everyone in the harbor—the sailors, the riggers, the guards, the cooks, the navigators, the archers, the crossbowmen, and the lookouts—began to cheer.
Each pair of eyes was filled with passion and worship. It was like this descending youth was some famous and influential figure.
Wave after wave of cheers rose up from the crowd, and not even the snowstorm or the bitter cold could stop them. Even the guards of the Wang Clan momentarily forgot who Wang Liang was and, just like everyone else, cheered him on as their most important captain.
In their hearts, his identity as captain was clearly higher and worthier of respect than his identity as Young Master Liang.
He had finally disembarked, his feet meeting solid ground. As he met the num
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