Who Paints the Eyebrows of the Devoted Lovers - A lovely thought came suddenly, a few words fit to accompany wine

The atmosphere in the Sea-Quelling Hall, the Dragon Clan's council chamber, was rather solemn. Within the towering palace, civil officials and military commanders had gathered beneath the Dragon King's throne in rarely seen numbers, a truly unprecedented assembly. Yet facing this scene, Water Marquis Meng Zhang, seated high on his throne, felt strangely alone, as though his solitary shadow faced four bare walls, chilled by the loneliness of lofty heights.

Strange...

The South Sea Water Marquis, who had summoned all his ministers to deliberate, noticed this feeling. Instead of asking any questions, he first sank into contemplation.

Indeed, how could Meng Zhang, who commanded the South Sea and struck awe in every direction, feel so lonely now? He had thought that once he settled the conflicts within the sea and brought its fierce, unruly spirit clans under his command, he could make them his foundation and turn his ambitions toward the inland Four Rivers. Who could have known that, scarcely had he unfurled his grand designs, the old scoundrel of the Four Rivers would strike him squarely over the head? In just a few months, he had lost half his South Sea domain. Those South Sea natives who had once fought him with such vigor now seemed utterly changed, crumpling at a blow like figures made of paper. Only a few days ago, Nanba's Xiao Yang had finally emerged as a man who refused to bend or yield, yet the report that had just arrived said that the loyal, valiant subjects of Nanba's three isles had been exterminated by the rebel Zhang Xingyan and his men! It truly filled him with indescribable grief and indignation!

Of course, what mattered most now was not mourning Xiao Yang, but considering how to stop those old villains of the Four Rivers Mystics and