The sea slowly slipped into the night, and tonight, as always, the ocean remained calm. The silvery moon in the night sky reflected in the sea, stirring up dark silver waves. Schools of elongated fish with flesh wings on their ribs frequently jumped out of the sea, forming elegant arcs in the moonlight. Their cries, akin to singing, echoed far across the sea.
Such a gentle and beautiful scene didn't align with the aesthetic preference of the Fierce Ghost General, who grumbled and roared in his cabin, causing his subordinates to dare not approach.
Only the attendant came knocking with a flask of clear wine. The subordinates couldn't help but feel sorry for him: this fellow was usually smart, so why did he poke the hornet's nest tonight? Most likely, he'd get beheaded on the spot by the general.
