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….
Lan Ji’s expression turned cold. He finally gave up on going to find Jiang Xi and Lan Wu. He flicked his sleeve and swam to the entrance, but then remembered something and turned back. “I heard… you and Lan Wu were in the human realm at Shiling City, helping the cultivators with something important?” Ji Lingyue said, “It wasn’t anything…