A slow smile curved Ursula's lips, tinged with curiosity and amusement.
She had not expected a trade to arise that required her personal attention.
Ursula slipped off the bed, her bare feet touching the warm, smooth floor. Her long, deep-purple dress trailed across the ground, and her ink-black hair fell from her shoulders, leaving a slender dark trail behind her.
She walked over to the golden scales and stopped, looking down at the faint light pulsing slowly across their surface. Then she extended her right hand and rested her long, pale fingers lightly on their rim.
The instant her fingertips touched the edge, a torrent of information surged from the scales' core, flowing along her fingers into her perception.
The information was concise and explicit, like a trade request compressed to its utmost limit, presenting itself clearly within her consciousness.
The Sun-Moon Continent.
The Evil Emperor, sovereign of the Evil Eye Tyrants, with seven hundred thousand years of cultivation and spiritual power vast enough to cover the entire continent.
The Sun-Moon Empire had retreated to the coast and could not resist. They requested that the Goddess of Trade intervene and eliminate the Evil Emperor.
Ursula gently rubbed her fingers against the scales' rim.
She knew something of that continent.
From the countless soul beasts and Soul Masters who had traded with her in the deep sea, Ursula had heard scattered accounts of that land across the sea from the Douluo Continent.
Sea beasts that had roamed untold distances through the depths occasionally mentioned that continent, saying its humans disliked cultivating soul power and only made strange lumps of metal.
Soul Masters swept into the open ocean by currents would speak during their trades of the Sun-Moon Empire's exquisite Soul Tools and Soul Tool Warships that could fly across the sea.