Lu Yuan had the yacht slowed to a stop, waiting for the speedboat to approach.
There were only two people on the speedboat. One, with dark, thin skin, was responsible for steering. The other was a man in his forties with a crew cut.
Clearly, Lu Yuan and Master Liudao Yuan were standing on the deck of the yacht, looking down from a height.
But this crew-cut man, who came from Martial Saint Island, always gave Lu Yuan the impression that the other was looking down on him. It's hard to imagine how high one must view oneself to create this kind of effect.
"You should leave."
The crew-cut man stood on the speedboat, looking calmly at the two men as he spoke, "Penglai does not welcome outsiders."
"Didn't you see the flag?"
Lu Yuan turned back, pointed at the Heaven Water Sect martial flag on the yacht's mast, then took out a gold-lettered invitation from his pocket and tossed it towards the crew-cut man, smiling. "And we have an invitation to the Martial Arts Convention."
