"Dan, hear me out," Liang Ruohai said with effort, "Turn the ship's head around now, don't continue eastward."
"Teacher," Ji Dan wiped his tears, his face showing a fierce expression, "Please tell me, who is plotting against me? Is it Nineteen, or Thirteen, or the Princely Heir?"
Liang Ruohai shook his head: "I don't know."
"Young Master, Mr. Liang..." At this moment, the martial artists under his command also carried boxes of elixirs up to the observation deck, and were startled by the scene they saw.
"Listen to me," Liang Ruohai said, "Turn around."
Seeing his subordinates come up, Ji Dan immediately regained his composure and no longer lost his composure: "Yes, turn the ship around immediately, no one is to go to the Dao Feng Mountain Range again!"
"You all help Mr. Liang go down and rest."
"Yes."
