Not to mention that over the past two years, Mu Chen had failed to secure even a single Shichibukai member. Now, Wu Laoxin had begun pressuring Sengoku as well, though Mu Chen knew nothing of any of this.
Life after settling down on Sky Island seemed to stretch time itself.
Mu Chen and Qi Yuan built a small cloudstone cottage on the edge of Angel Island, surrounded by glowing flowers transplanted from the White-White Sea. Whenever night fell, the blossoms opened, shrouding the cottage in a dreamlike radiance, as though it were a home painted into a picture.
Every morning, Qi Yuan was awakened by the tapping of Little Crayfish's claws. This enormous Super Fast Shrimp had long since become their household alarm clock.
He would gently tap the cloudstone windowsill with his claws, signaling that breakfast was ready.
Mu Chen would rise with a smile, take stored cloudfruit and seafood from their homemade honeycomb refrigerator, and eat breakfast with Qi Yuan on the terrace.
It could be said that Mu Chen and Qi Yuan were living an incomparably comfortable life. Neither of them wanted to return to the surface now, and Qi Yuan felt that this life was wonderful. Her only disappointment was that she and Mu Chen had not had a child.
Every day, Qi Yuan would quietly stare blankly at her flat belly. Mu Chen knew nothing of this; he had no urge to become a father just yet.
"Look, today's clouds have turned into the shape of a whale."
Qi Yuan pointed toward the sky, a piece of grilled shrimp still clenched between her teeth.
Ever since coming to Sky Island, she had learned to use an Impact Dial to grill food. This unique cooking method gave every dish the fresh fragrance of clouds.
Mu Chen