At sea, there was a ship, enormous, magnificent, dazzling like a moving palace, luxuriously adorned within.
This ship sailed from afar, and whether by careful timing or not, it arrived just before the Divine Fire Domain opened.
Gong Shaoci was on this ship, gathering with friends. Groups of two or three people were scattered throughout, some sitting and drinking tea, others chatting together, and some strolling on the deck.
Young Master Nan was also there, dining with a few friends. Fine wines and exquisite dishes were served, while nearby, a cook sliced up lively fish into sashimi.
A woman, dragged by her hair like a dead dog, was hauled up. As she tried to struggle to her feet, someone kicked her back down to the ground; she cried, whimpering.
At the table, as people moved their chopsticks and raised their glasses, some casually glanced her way before continuing with their meals, while others curiously watched, wondering what was going on.
