China.
Spring City.
City Hall.
"You're saying Mr. Jiang went to the South Seas?" the Dragon Tiger Daoist Master asked curiously.
"Yes."
"He said he had some business to attend to at sea and was going to look for an island overseas," Shen Boxia said with a nod.
The Dragon Tiger Daoist Master.
Shen Boxia.
Two old acquaintances of Jiang Qiao sat together over tea.
"By the way."
"Did you get the Night Pearl?"
Shen Boxia asked.
"After you left, I stayed at Rakshasa Lake for more than ten days and finally found another Night Pearl. I returned to White Dragon Temple before coming to Spring City. After my martial uncle took the Night Pearl, his injuries healed."
The Dragon Tiger Daoist Master said.
Damn!
Isn't this young Daoist a little too lucky?
Shen Boxia grumbled inwardly.
After all.
The major factions in the north had been operating around Rakshasa Lake for decades, yet the Night Pearls they had actually found could be counted on one hand.
And yet.
The Dragon Tiger Daoist had barely been there any time at all.
And he had found two in succession.
How was that fair?
Still.
Seeing the smile on the Dragon Tiger Daoist Master's face, Shen Boxia was happy for him too.
No matter what.
Having a loyal, caring friend was a wonderful thing.
"So how are things in the north now? Has Ninggu City's lockdown been lifted?" Shen Boxia continued.
He and Jiang Qiao.
Had left just before Ninggu City was sealed off.
After returning south, they had gone through the Spring City incident. Later, after becoming acting Prefect, he had been busy dealing with the mess here and really hadn't paid much attention to the situation in the north.
"The north..."
At the question, worry appeared on the Dragon Tiger