Hearing the magnetic voice from outside, Yang Qingxi did not know whether it was an act or genuine, but a maiden's springtime joy surfaced in her calm eyes. She smiled. "The old fellows left the city last night. Young Master Long is the heir of the Myriad Gate Families, yet he dared come alone to Lizhou to plot great affairs. How could Qingxi's courage compare to his?"
Before the Myriad Gate Families, even though Yang Qingxi was the foremost of the Yang Clan's younger generation, no matter how aloof and proud she was, she could only fawn and ingratiate herself.
The man surnamed Long stood on the deck. A lantern painted with a beauty hung beneath the upturned eaves of the Ship Tower behind him.
The light emitted by the lantern was distorted by an invisible field around him and could not reach his body, making him appear to be standing in shadow at all times.
It was an aura of mysterious and formidable power.
His gaze, too, was fixed on the fierce pursuit and slaughter by the shore.
On the other side of the Sui River near the Mang Mountain Range, trees flourished and forests stood dense. There were no lights, only mountain silhouettes towering into the clouds.
Shi Jiuzhai and a chubby boy of fifteen or sixteen emerged from the forest, gazing toward the massive warship in the middle of the river, where a "Sui" flag flew.
"Yang Qingxi really has something wrong with her head. She docked the ship here—does she really not care about the Provincial Governor's Office and the Jiu Li Tribe at all? In recent years, the Yang Clan and the Sui Sect have really started treating themselves as the masters of Lizhou. They're even more arrogant than our Earth Wolf King Army." Shi