Little Crescent Island was one of the most prosperous islands in the middle of the Near-Sea Archipelago.
Not only was its name very similar to Crescent Island, but its status was, too. Overseas, it was the equivalent of Qi State's "Little Linzi."
Of course, for Jiang Wang, the most important thing was that a few old friends were here.
Yan Fu, who had gone out to sea ahead of him, had already told Xu Xiangan and the others that Jiang Wang would be coming out to sea to handle a case.
The news that Wu Yiyu of the Golden Needle Sect had been executed was no secret to Li Longchuan, either. In fact, they had already been waiting for several days.
As Xu Xiangan put it, "Jiang Green Sheep, I've missed you to death!"
He even had a poem to prove it:
"I think of you, think of you till I die; I gaze for you, gaze for you, yet you still don't arrive!"
After his impassioned recitation, Xu Xiangan looked thoroughly pleased with himself. "Well? How's that line? Did you catch the double meaning?"
The banquet was held at Spring Breeze Pavilion.
The establishment proclaimed, "All the spring breezes of the sea are gathered beneath this roof." It was naturally a top-tier den of pleasure and indulgence.
With Xu Xiangan around, a more modest venue was never an option.
"To work the 'Wang' in Jiang Wang into the 'wang' of longing—that's truly brilliant. Brother Xu, your poetic talent has improved by leaps and bounds. Congratulations!"
Jiang Wang offered a thoroughly insincere compliment, then turned to ask Li Longchuan, "Why isn't Brother Yan here?"
"No idea which island he's gone off to enjoy himself on." Li Longchuan understood what Jiang Wang was getting at and explained, "Before he left, he'd