Dragon Palace—
The entire Sea Market fell silent for a moment.
Xuan Yuan, Embroidery Lord, Inkshadow Lord, Phantom Moon Princess—along with that great house demon—every one of the notable great demons instantly turned grim.
The younger sea demons were still chattering. A jellyfish wrapped little fish in its tentacles and passed them up to a reef platform, while a flying fish and a lobster jostled each other for space.
But the pressure radiating from the great demons spread outward in waves, and they soon fell quiet as well.
They lowered their heads, pressed themselves toward the seafloor, and quickly scattered. Before long, a broad stretch of sand and rocky ground had cleared around Shen Le, and not a single little demon dared cut across it.
"What's wrong?"
The Special Affairs Bureau agent communicating with Shen Le lowered his voice. Shen Le waved a hand and pointed at Cloud Kun.
The next instant, with several whooshes, long ribbons shot out from the ship, wrapping up the group, the equipment, and the goods before hauling them all back onto the deck:
Something's changed. Get somewhere safe. Don't stay outside!
The moment the ordinary people had been sent back aboard, the pressure around Shen Le grew heavier and heavier. Embroidery Lord scuttled over aggressively on its eight metallic crab legs, circled halfway around him, and fixed its gaze on Shen Le.
Beside it, Inkshadow Lord's soft body writhed, its tentacles spreading wide as though they blanketed the entire "sky."
Though Phantom Moon Princess did not move, she opened her shell. Dim silver light rose from the mirage pearl, bathing the entire Sea Market in a dreamlike glow, as though they had entered another world.
What was going on?
Was the term "Dragon Palace" forbidden?
Shen Le quietly shifted two steps to the side