The rain curtain was dense.
The Great Marsh was a pitch-black expanse, undulating silently.
Occasionally, River Dolphins surfaced.
Large felt umbrellas opened up on shore, stretching into a continuous line.
Xu Yuelong and Wei Lin sat on opposite sides, a glaze bottle and a scroll laid out in front of each.
Yang Dongxiong, as the head of the Fishing Tax Office, couldn't show too much favoritism and sat in the middle.
The rest were scattered about like the stars in the sky.
Zhu Bingcan instructed his servants to serve tea one by one.
Then, looking towards the two figures standing on Shangrao Wharf, he let out a deep sigh of relief.
As long as nothing happened inside Sky Vessel Tower, it's fine; what happened outside, life or death, wouldn't affect him.
Still, since it all started in Sky Vessel Tower, he couldn't completely ignore the incident without appearing cold and indifferent.
In business, nothing is more taboo than indifference.
