Treasure Bay at night was breathtakingly beautiful. A luxurious cruise ship sailed slowly through the coastal waters beneath the moonlight.
The ship had three decks, and from a distance it looked like a dazzling pearl on the ocean, brilliant and eye-catching.
The ship's reflection drew schools of fish to the surface, where they followed alongside. Moonlit scales and tiny waves formed a beautiful scene.
Music and chatter filled the deck.
With an arm around Heavy Fist's Tauren, Sun Busong picked up an empty wine bottle and used it as a microphone. A song from Earth rang out across the sea.
I stagger and sway, like the rolling waves
I laugh away a thousand grievances
One moment I'm low, the next I'm high
Swaying and stumbling, but I won't fall
I know the world within the wine best
I've made my name in the jianghu without ever needing a blade
I need no blade
I bear the thousand-jin burden on my shoulders
On my shoulders
I never cry foul or beg for mercy
For loyalty, I'll gladly bow
A drunken immortal, a true hero
Don't call me reckless; even the wildest heart can be kind
Don't mock me for being foolish; a sincere heart is hard to find
Don't fear getting drunk; once drunk, the sea and sky stretch wide
Be wild, be foolish, be drunk while we're young
That night, Sun Busong sang several songs from Earth, and the eyes of the mage girls were filled with longing.
His voice had yet to lose its youthful quality, but he sang with the weathered gravitas and bold spirit of an old soul.
At noon, Sun Busong extricated himself from a tangle of seven or eight slender arms.
He shook his still-fuzzy head, then looked himself over.
Not bad. His belt