"Hmm?"
At this time, from the distant southeast to the northwest, the powers of the four seas all had a peculiar feeling, as if a fresh current was flowing into the stagnant waters they inhabited.
Yes, fresh.
The waters of the Dragon Palaces of the four seas were like stagnant, putrid pools—large enough but still, not flowing freely. The tranquil waters lacked liveliness, and though not filth-ridden, they gave off a profound sense of decay.
This is why the infusion of fresh currents, much like fresh air pouring into a long-sealed room, left a notably distinctive impression.
"What's happened outside?"
At the Beihai Dragon Palace, the Duke of Wei looked outside with immense worry. There were still two days before the deadline given by Chen Qing; however, no one took Chen Qing's words completely at face value. Who could tell if he lied? Even if he hadn't, anything could change—Chen Qing presumed there would be three days, but the real situation might not align with his prediction.
