Inexplicably burdened with high expectations, Yang Yu showed a helpless wry smile.
He didn't have any particularly noble intentions in doing these things. Saving the world was just a side agenda.
After talking to Lingshan, Yang Yu returned to where he was before, with Bai Jin standing beside him.
Yang Yu sat down utterly relaxed, stretching his limbs, leaning against the railing of the warship, squinting his eyes, quietly waiting for the warship to dock.
Bai Jin used her magic wand to support her body, slowly sitting next to Yang Yu, each of her movements careful, afraid of disturbing Yang Yu.
Everything Yang Yu did, Bai Jin silently observed.
Though it felt somewhat distant, there was no helping it. At least until everything was over, Yang Yu would continue to keep his nerves taut and do his utmost.
Bai Jin didn't know how much Yang Yu had prepared for the assault on the Count Blood, how many backup plans he had made, or how far into his strategies he had thought.
