The tension in the hall was palpable, ready to explode at any moment. Fuyou stood surrounded by the crowd, listening to the chaotic footsteps, and let out a silent sigh. Clang— Her staff struck the ground, making a crisp sound that instantly drew everyone’s attention. She raised her left hand, and in her palm, a silvery glow began to form….
More and more sea yaos summoned their weapons, their eyes fixed warily on the man on the throne. Lan Ji stared back at them in silence, the fury slowly draining from his face like a mask stiffening into lifeless wood. “Heh…” Finally, he let out a cold chuckle, shook his head, and stood up slowly. “I am indeed not Lan…
The atmosphere around the throne grew tense despite the lively music and dancing. Lan Ji’s expression darkened as he sipped his wine, while Jiang Xi kept her head down, picking at the food on her plate. Lan Wu, however, wore a faint smile as she took the wine from Ji Lingyue’s hand and replaced it with hot tea: “Sea wine…
The Sea Palace was vast and symmetrical, with the imperial hall situated at the highest point in the north. In the center lay the ceremonial platform, usually separating the dwellings of thousands of merfolk. At this moment, the spacious platform had been transformed into a banquet hall for the ordinary sea clans. The nearby Lotus Jade Hall, however, was reserved…
Ji Lingyue remembered something and said, “Oh, right. Mother, he said he would be waiting for you at the Red Coral Palace to enter together. Do you want to head over now?” Jiang Xi nodded, exhaling silently. She lowered her gaze and smoothed out the wrinkles on her sleeves. “Wanxing.” Soon, a figure swam into the Baicui Cave and bowed….