The entire wilderness was gradually decaying under the rain, mist, and damp air. The stench of the sea wind grew stronger day by day, and the mold spread in the corners of walls without needing to spread.
Yet from start to finish, no one came.
So much so that in the end, after waiting day after day, everyone was nearly bored to death.
It was heard long ago that the bloodthirsty naval fleet and many other fleets had already set out, but oddly, not a single one was seen until now.
It was as if they had sunk right after setting sail.
Utterly bizarre.
Bad news occasionally came from the wilderness: small groups of Water Ghosts had managed to bypass Xinquan, crossing the coast and invading the inland, looting tirelessly.
After all, the coastline is so long, if there are no main gates, there are small paths.
Under the raging storm, those desperate pirate Water Ghosts came ashore, leaving a mess in their wake, and even the wailing fell silent.
