Rain mingles with the peony blossoms by the post station, while the Milky Way above glimmers with myriad stars.
In Sea Dragon City, far beyond a hundred miles from the Tiger Ben Army camp, canopies now spread like rain.
"Crown Prince, according to our estimates, Hidden Dragon Taoist should only arrive by tomorrow morning. Why doesn't Your Highness go back to rest first and come back early in the morning?"
"Your Highness is destined for immense wealth and power. Traveling a hundred miles to meet him is already more than courtesy demands. There is no need for such effort."
"We have set up a short-distance teleportation formation here. The moment Hidden Dragon Taoist arrives, we will inform Your Highness immediately, ensuring that Your Highness's important affairs are not delayed," a red-robed officer suggested quietly, standing behind King Jing and looking up at the boundless starry sky.
