Setting Sail

Morning.

The sun shone upon the earth, and all things came back to life.

Su Chen woke early and could not help sighing inwardly:

"The early bird gets the worm—no! It should be the early bird gets eaten by the worm."

That was more like it.

The bird was being eaten by a spider.

Su Chen got up and carried the gluttonous spider next door, lest it disturb Ling Yuan and the other two while they slept when he practiced the Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

Vast Sea City.

The seaport.

Thirty ships of various sizes were docked along the shore.

Bibi Dong and Ling Yuan indulged in pleasure every day, so Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo had been left to handle all the arrangements for everyone to set sail.

That morning, Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo arranged the necessary supplies, assigned personnel to the ships, and laid out several emergency measures. Then, together with Guangling Douluo and the others, they waited quietly at the harbor for Bibi Dong to arrive.

Guangling sat on a wooden stump nearby and muttered:

"Tell me, how could Su Chen be so impressive? Not only did he win over Bibi Dong, but also Ling Yuan and all those other women. He even made the Pope, who used to work so hard for Spirit Hall, lose all interest in state affairs."

"Isn't that ridiculous?"

Azure Luan and the others silently nodded in agreement.

"Ridiculous!"

"Extremely ridiculous!"

"A spring night is too short; the sun rises high, and from then on the ruler no longer attends morning court."

Guangling glanced around and lowered his voice.

"This isn't much of a secret now, but without bragging, I was the first one to discover it. Do you believe me?"

The others looked at Guangling with some doubt.

"You?"

"How did you