The Ghostly Flood Dragon.
The Captain's Quarters.
The captain's quarters were opulent and elegant, the floor covered by an exquisite carpet.
Inside a glazed lamp, a wick soaked in whale oil burned quietly, casting a clear, bright light.
Jiaojiao was barefoot, her long ceremonial robes trailing as she sat on the floor, playing with a few toys with great interest.
At that moment,
Su Ye was sitting behind his desk, legs crossed, leaning back in a plush chair.
He had a lazy expression, his fingers playfully manipulating a streak of white light from a Communication Talisman that darted about like a swimming fish.
A thoughtful look was in his eyes.
'Canghai wants a meeting...'
'Negotiations?'
Canghai had invited him to a banquet.
Clearly, the lord of the immortal city had decided to formally negotiate with him to reach some kind of agreement.
'Should I go?'
The thought flashed through Su Ye's mind.
But he quickly made his decision.
Go!
Of course, he had to go.
