Imperial Capital
Inside a room at a brothel, the culprit who had teleported Chen Fan and Esdeath to that island was getting dressed. A woman lay on the bed, wearing a satisfied smile, as though she had been thoroughly indulged all night.
"It's about time to open the way back. Shangri-La, open Coordinate B!" The man pressed a round, remote-like device in his hand.
The woman seemed to hear him and smiled. "What are you doing over there?"
"Huh? Nothing." The man answered arrogantly.
"You really do have a terrible way of speaking. Still, it somehow feels rather stylish."
"Huh? Well, you're not wrong. I'm the Minister's son!" the man suddenly said.
The woman's expression changed when she heard that. Everyone knew who the Minister was, and his reputation was universally acknowledged. The only one who seemed unaware of what the Minister was like was the Little Emperor of the Empire.
"The Minister... is... that one?" the woman asked cautiously.
The man's brow furrowed. He strode over to her, punched her in the stomach, then seized her by the hair. "What do you mean, that one? That one? I respect him very much, you know. But one day, I'll surpass him. Only by surpassing my father can I call it the ultimate filial devotion to my parents!"
Tears streamed down the woman's face from the pain, mixed with fear. She had never imagined that this man was the Minister's son.
"I read in the records that this is the habitat of the Special Danger Beasts Sea Dragon and Flying Bat. As long as we tame those flying mounts, we can leave this island and return to the Imperial Capital," Esdeath said to Chen Fan. Though both of them had tremendous stamina, they could not be completely without restraint. After all,