Chapter 452: Fortune

he table stood a pot of freshly brewed tea. Lu Ye poured himself a cup and took a sip. Immediately, his expression changed to one of surprise. This was no ordinary tea; within the brew lay a trace of..."Draw your sword." Under the big tree, the man leaning against its trunk looked at Lu Ye calmly.

Lú Yè quietly watched him.

>>as neither fast nor slow.He led the way, and behind him, within the limits of where notes could connect, a fleet lay far away.Because it is impossible to determine the situation ahead, the fleet does...