Because it's traveling on the West Capital Grand Canal, this journey only has twenty escort ships, each with over a hundred guards, totaling nearly three thousand people.
On one of the ships.
Two figures stand at the bow.
"Chu Ming, do you think the Blood Evil Church will try to seize this batch of provisions?" Shen Yu looked ahead.
"The Blood Evil Church won't."
"What do you mean the Blood Evil Church won't?" Shen Yu raised an eyebrow, "If the Blood Evil Church doesn't, will others try?"
"Pretty much." Chu Ming walked down from the bow, "Brother Shen, which level of Qi and Blood Power have you condensed?"
"The fifth level is almost forming."
"Practice it and let me see."
"Alright."
"..."
The fleet moved westward along the West Capital Grand Canal, without wind or waves.
Approaching dusk, the speed suddenly slowed down.
"What's going on?" Shen Yu, who had been practicing martial arts all day, stood at a high point, looking into the distance.
