Around 7 PM.
East Nation.
Wine State.
Luther City Airport.
Lionel Yeager, Lily Tisdale, Bardon Bard, and Prajna Bates walked out of the exit.
Seeing the four coming out.
"Brother Yeager, Brother Tisdale, Brother Bardon, girl Prajna Bates, you guys are finally back!"
Reginald Weston, who had been waiting in the hall, laughed and greeted them.
Behind him followed a middle-aged man in a white suit.
This middle-aged man was not tall but had a strong build, bulging temples, and hands full of calluses, indicating he was no ordinary person.
Lionel Yeager smiled and said, "Brother Sean, sorry to have kept you waiting."
"It’s fine."
Reginald Weston waved his hand and introduced the middle-aged man behind him, "This is Phiplip Ward, the Alliance leader of Luther City Martial Alliance."
Afterward, he introduced Lionel Yeager, Lily Tisdale, Bardon Bard, and Prajna Bates.
Phiplip Ward stretched out his hand and exclaimed, "Indeed, the young surpass the old! "
At such a young age, you have such cultivation and strength, and you can even become brothers with our General Alliance Master, impressive!"
Lionel Yeager laughed and said, "You can lead the Luther City Martial Alliance, now that’s impressive!"
"What I do is really nothing."
Phiplip Ward laughed and waved his hand, continuing, "Everyone, I have reserved a private room. Let’s go straight to dinner!"
"Alright!"
Lionel Yeager and the others nodded their heads.
Afterward, Yeager’s party left the hall, got into the business car, and left the airport.
Twenty minutes later, the car arrived at a high-end Chinese restaurant in the downtown area.
Entering the restaurant and following the waitress’ lead, they arrived at a top private room.
As the wine and dishes were served, they began drinking and chatting.
Reginald Weston asked, "Old Phiplip, is the yacht ready?"
"Alliance leader, it’s ready and docked at West Island Port."
Phiplip Ward responded, then asked, "By the way, Alliance leader, are you and Brother Yeager going out to sea after dinner?"
Reginald Weston took a sip of alcohol, nodded, and said, "That’s right!"
Phiplip Ward inquired further, "Alliance leader, what are you and Brother Yeager going out to sea for?"
Reginald Weston and Lionel Yeager exchanged glances, and both burst into laughter.
Phiplip Ward was a bit dumbfounded and didn’t know what they were laughing about.
Reginald Weston patted Phiplip Ward’s shoulder and said, "Old Phiplip, you don’t need to worry about this matter."
"Alright."
Phiplip Ward nodded, not asking any more questions.
After dinner.
Phiplip Ward sent Reginald Weston and Lionel Yeager’s party to West Island Port.
There, a medium-sized luxury yacht was docked at the portside.
There were specialized people in charge of sailing.
After boarding the yacht.
Reginald Weston waved his hand!
"Set sail!"
Upon command!
The yacht set sail, breaking through the sea waves, heading for Gaman Island.
At this time.
Gaman Island.
Late at night.
The crescent moon hung high, sprinkling down cold light.
A total of fifty-five figures sat cross-legged on the mountains at the center of the small island, precisely, the members of Patoao’s Five Great Martial Alliances.
At this moment.
The members of the Five Great Martial Alliances were cultivating, their bodies flickering with various lights, illuminating the night sky.
Time passed slowly.
No one knew how long it had been.
Patoao, Sha Kun, Henick, Hayde, and Louis Goodwin gradually awakened from their cultivation.
They looked up at the sky and frowned.
Patoao, Sha Kun, Hayde, and Louis Goodwin nodded one after another, their eyes filled with cold killing intent.
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