High Tower Megacity, the top floor of the Dragon Antiquity Treasure Pavilion.
Inside the hundred-meter-tall building.
A figure in an immaculate suit stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows.
He stood tall and straight, his features handsome, but his brows were slightly furrowed and his expression solemn.
The figure was none other than Andy, the future helmsman of the Dragon Antiquity Consortium.
He rapidly swiped through his specially made tablet. Its screen was densely packed with intelligence on the war in the southern seas, shifts among the factions, and information on trade channels. The farther he scrolled, the tighter his brows drew together.
Beside him stood Uncle Fu, an elderly man in a gray cloth robe. Gazing at the still-bustling city beyond the window, he could not help letting out a soft, long sigh.
"Young master, the situation has descended into utter chaos. The Great Tribe and the Sea Tribe joined forces to launch a surprise attack on the Crimson Blood Empire. War has spread throughout the Southern Frontier Sea, and every small Sea Tribe faction in the outer seas has suffered. They've either been wiped out by the Deep-Sea Tribe of the Heavenly Consort Sea or forced into submission by their might. Several of our maritime supply channels have been completely severed. Our losses are severe."
Uncle Fu's voice was filled with worry, for these were merely the losses they could see at present.
As the North-South War continued to escalate, the maritime blockade would only grow stricter. Future resource shipments, overseas channels, and clandestine transactions would all suffer heavily, perhaps even grinding to a halt.
Those few shipping routes, in particular, supported a plan the young master had spent over a decade preparing. They were critical, and nothing could be allowed to go wrong.
Andy's fingers paused, and he set