Suddenly, Yun Qianzhou smiled.
At last, a hint of human warmth adorned his demeanor.
Throughout Mist Rain Lake, sounds of relief rose, and the tension in the air eased considerably with his smile.
"I owe my advancement this time to the support of all present."
Yun Qianzhou spoke slowly, his magnetic voice piercing through layers of rain, reaching everyone's ears.
He stood mid-air, slowly turned, and cupped his hands in salute to the members of the Thousand Boat Alliance.
Yun Qianzhou's smile was clearly kind, his gratitude sincere, yet it still felt solemn and sacred to those observing.
It even made one question what qualifications they had to receive gratitude from someone so divine?
As it turns out, Lu Ran's intuition was not wrong.
The members of the Thousand Boat Alliance were indeed panicked and reverent!
Across the skies and earth, people knelt in worship, congratulating the lofty Alliance Leader on his success.
This left Lu Ran's presence quite conspicuous.
