Before he could finish speaking, Old Morgan's expression darkened.
"Sacrificing Grim Port... they really came up with that... sacrificing the entire city... the price they would have to pay would be enough to grind the entire Deep Sea Church into dust."
"But they're bound to make a move!"
A trace of weariness entered Old Morgan's voice.
The atmosphere in the room grew somewhat heavy.
At last, Old Morgan let out a long sigh.
"This is more serious than I imagined."
He turned to look out the window, his voice weary.
"When the Iron Whale sailed out, it didn't just take Gao Wen and his team."
"It also took two priests from the church and three alchemists from the Ascension Society."
"They're all elites. If they were wiped out, it would be a massive loss for Grim Port."
Lu Yuan asked doubtfully, "So...?"
Old Morgan turned around, his gaze firm.
"I'm going to talk to the Ascension Society and the church."
"The Night Watchers can't handle this alone."
"We need to act together, head out to sea to find the Iron Whale, and rescue the survivors."
Mo Shui floated in midair and asked, "Do you think they'll agree?"
Old Morgan gave a cold laugh.
"They have no choice but to agree."
"The church lost two priests, and the Ascension Society lost three alchemists."
"They understand this debt better than anyone."
He looked at Lu Yuan, his tone turning stern.
"You go back first and get some proper rest."
"Remember what I said—take Holy Water every day and stay away from triggers."
"Grim Port will be chaotic these next few days. You'd better stay in the clinic and not run around."
Lu Yuan said nothing more and merely nodded. "I understand."
Then he turned and headed for the door with Mo Shui.