"Brother Jiang."
In Zheng Sheng Hall, Fan Qingqing spoke with a smile, "Your reputation in the Near Sea Archipelago is quite resounding. Everyone says you are the foremost among the young generation in Qi Country!"
"That is saying too much. With so many talented individuals in Qi, how can I deserve such praise?"
Jiang Wang responded verbally, but his mind was intertwined with the collision of inspirations, constantly interacting, entwining, and evolving.
The faint Spirit Light was rapidly evolving.
What is the True Sound?
What is the tide's roar?
How do the eight musical tones splendidly converge? How do the Flame Sparrows cry out?
"I see you can handle it! The fierceness of that eight-clawed sea beast is unknown to others, but how can the Five Immortal Sect and the Angry Whale Gang, being so close, not know? Even Li Daorong, bearing the mother flag, had to exert great effort. I don't know what got into him, daring to challenge you."
