"Wei Wuyin!"
"Your Majesty!"
"Head Honcho!"
Wei Wuyin left the lower deck and was greeted by a cacophony of voices. The last of which belonged to none other than Tuo Bihan. Everyone had long since gotten used to his chronic renaming, and even found it amusing. While some were sweetly said, suffused with warmth and emotions that had long since festered within the heart, reinforced by intimate and unforgettable memories.
Yao Houyi and Shui Fengbao had resumed their duties as pilot and battery, respectively. Young Master Shang leaned against the railing with his legs dangling, feeling as comfortable as ever, with a flagon in one hand and a poem on his lips.
