Farewell

The Spirit Trout Race, crystal palace.

This magnificent palace stood atop a deep-sea spiritual vein. Suspended high in its dome were thirty-six Sea Spirit Night-Shining Pearls the size of human heads, their gentle halos refracting through the translucent crystal walls and spilling down to pave the floor in dreamlike azure starlight. Within the hall, four Coiling Dragon Jade Pillars rose as if holding up the heavens. Their bodies were not carved with true dragons, but reliefs of countless spirit trout swimming upstream—scales fine and dense, whiskers drifting, vivid as life.

The central throne had been carved from a single rare piece of Blue Sea Warm Jade. The jade was smooth and mellow, giving off a faint fragrance of seaweed, and the back of the seat was inlaid with a crown woven from thousand-year coral and Star Mother-of-Pearl, symbolizing the Spirit Trout Race's supreme overlord status in this stretch of sea.

At this moment, Xiao Yi was sitting on that throne.

It was just that her sitting posture could hardly be called kingly or domineering. The little girl had taken off her tiny shell shoes, revealing a pair of fair, tender little feet that dangled in midair and swung back and forth. One hand propped up her chin, while the other idly played with the Sea God Scepter that awed the four seas—in her hands, this divine weapon of the righteous path looked more like a pretty toy cane, sometimes balanced upright in her palm and spun, sometimes tapped against the throne's armrest, making crisp "tok tok" sounds.

The faint golden trident mark on her forehead flickered in and out of sight. Paired with her little mouth, missing a baby tooth and puffing up from time to time, she looked exactly like a mischievous child who had secretly put on an