More than four hundred li south of Fire Jiao Island stood a fishing village belonging to the Star-Sea Fishing Alliance. The two sides had chosen it as the site of their negotiations.
Clad in Spirit Armor, Yang Ling hovered in midair, surveying the fishing village from afar.
That makes sense. The Star-Sea Fishing Alliance is no minor power. Even Li Ting, the Third-Grade Great Grandmaster who came before, was just a small fry they sent out to deal with outsiders.
Just like Xie Jinjia, the Zhao Kingdom's Right Vice Minister of War, and Chen Quan, the Rong Tribe's Left Vice Minister of War. Small fry.
Holding the negotiations in the Star-Sea Fishing Alliance Territory offers some measure of security.
He recalled following Zhao De across the ocean from the Great Dream Dynasty back to Fire Jiao Island.
That journey had given him a true appreciation of the vastness of this sea.
They had also passed several enormous islands belonging to the Star-Sea Fishing Alliance, each no smaller than a province of the Zhao Kingdom.
"Oh? Hua Jinsong—Director Hua—is here too. Perfect."
Yang Ling flashed forward and appeared before Hua Jinsong.
"Who goes there!"
Hua Jinsong reacted with astonishing speed, drawing his saber and slashing.
His saber strikes raced like lightning, one after another. In a single second, he struck Yang Ling no fewer than a hundred and eight times!
Sparks showered from the Spirit Armor, yet not a single mark remained.
A hint of amusement flashed through Yang Ling's eyes.
This was precisely what made a Spirit Armor Master so remarkable.
He had discovered that as he grew stronger, the defenses of the Spirit Armor covering his body after merging with Xiao Bai also improved.
After all, this was a state of Human-Pet Unity, not simply a matter of putting