The waters surrounding Fire Flood Dragon Island began churning for no apparent reason.
The martial artists stationed aboard the fleet watched in bewilderment and alarm, unsure what had happened.
They could faintly make out the Super Giant Pipi Shrimp flashing past beneath the sea.
Over a hundred li from Fire Flood Dragon Island, a fleet of five hundred enormous ships drifted quietly.
The fleet was silent, every soldier aboard exuding an air of hardened competence.
Though they were not martial artists of registered rank, they were certainly among the best of ordinary warriors.
The Middle-aged Lay Buddhist sat across a table from a refined-looking old man, steam rising steadily from their tea.
The tea seemed to have only just boiled, yet the refined old man lifted the teapot and drained it in one gulp, satisfaction appearing on his face.
"Tea has to be drunk all at once the instant it boils. Only then does it truly clear you through."
Several figures standing nearby smiled at his words.
The Middle-aged Lay Buddhist looked toward Fire Flood Dragon Island.
"With that kind of disturbance, Fire Cloud Cave must be collapsing. We can now confirm that the Old Flood Dragon passed away long ago. Fire Flood Dragon Island... should become part of our Zhao State.
"Minister, the Iron Clothes Department is ready. As for the Ministry of War..."
"We can begin."
The refined old man nodded lightly.
More than a dozen figures beside him immediately turned and left.
The Middle-aged Lay Buddhist also waved a hand lightly, and several figures behind him left with the others.
Over two hundred warships then sailed silently in different directions.
"Someone in the Star Sea Fishing Alliance has been contacting the Great Dream Dynasty. They must have realized that news of the Old Flood Dragon's passing could