Several people were waiting onboard when they boarded the ship. Among them was someone Wu Jian recognized.
“Welcome back, Your Highness.”
“Uncle Chenguang!” Hou Jingshu exclaimed in surprise.
The man who stood before them had a youthful face and a regal bearing. His light brown hair was long, tied into a ponytail that trailed down his back. He looked Hou Jingshu over as if checking for injuries with eyes that were a similar color to his hair. He had snow-white skin and a slender face that was effeminate enough to be mistaken for a woman’s. Despite his appearance, the overbearing aura he exuded prevented anyone from ever mocking him.