บท 522: Requesting an Audience

In the twinkling of an eye, winter passed by, and spring came. Even though the four seasons of the Hellfire Archipelago were not distinct, under the spring breeze that commended everything on Earth to grow, the lush greenness of the Scorpion Island's dense jungle still appeared to be much thicker.

Standing on the black reef that stretched out as far as the eyes could see that formed a natural harbor at the newly built port city Black Stone, Zhang Lisheng who was wearing a gray robe made of spider silk barefooted turned around and shifted his attention from the vast expanse of pristine forest to the blue sky and sea that was equally vast.

After a long moment of silence, he suddenly spoke with a low voice, "Tugra, we still haven't found a safe route to the Nutao Sea?"