"Worldly affairs are hard to predict."
The hot wind hit his face as the reeds swayed.
Liang Qu stood on the riverbank, witnessing two leading ships followed by several battle ships leaving the harbor with protective flanks.
The matter of the Eight-clawed King wasn't over yet, when suddenly the Great Snow Mountain sprang up.
Jian Zhongyi's confession undoubtedly threw a huge stone into the calm lake, stirring up big waves throughout Pingyang.
It was fortunate that Jian Zhongyi came out early. Last night, only Liang Qu, who bore the important task of "connecting" with the Sea Master, was able to rest. The people from the Fishing Tax Office and the Three Judicial Chief Ministries had almost no sleep, and Su Guishan didn't even come back for dinner.
To prevent this newly advanced Grandmaster from escaping halfway, they made him take the Soft Bone Pill, set up restrictions, and had Wei Lin and Xu Yuelong, two Zenith Sect Grandmasters, personally escort him.
