Underneath the azure sky, the junk ship docked once it reached the shore. Considering the numerous masts that lined the port, this island was not as off-limits as Meng Qi expected.
A girl in her late teens, with her hair rolled into a bun, was standing at the dock. Her face was fair and tender, with a tall nose as well as distinct brows and eyes.
Her white dress highlighted her delicate, smooth skin. Her pair of eyes stood out in particular; they contained a mixture of a lovable innocence and silk-like charm.
"Bodhisattva has received 'word' from the outlying islands and knows what is going on. She invites you to meet at the Joy Palace, Mr. Tyrant," the girl said, making a graceful curtsy.
"Sure." Though Meng Qi's green robe swayed alongside the sea breeze, his body was as still as a mountain and he had as strong restraint as that of the deep sea. He slowly walked down the junk ship.
