A diplomatic mission to Sea God Island, the hundred-thousand-year Demon Soul Great White Shark

The bonfire blazed, and the sea fish tasted delicious.

With their lives no longer in danger, the pirates sang and danced around the bonfire, drinking and making merry.

Zi Zhenzhu introduced Long Yue and Tong Yu to the fittings of her ship, the Zi Zhenzhu.

"Master, my ship is fast. We can reach Sea God Island in three days at most. But my ship can't approach the island itself. We can only stop somewhere nearby."

A wild mare like Zi Zhenzhu submitted willingly once tamed, calling Long Yue "Master" at every turn.

"That's fine." Long Yue sat upright, his expression unchanged. He slipped one arm around Zi Zhenzhu's neck and smoothly moved down to palm her breast, while raising his wine cup with his other hand and drinking freely.

"..." Tong Yu silently turned his head away, unwilling to watch Long Yue's shameless behavior.

Damn it! Each generation of the Divine Realm Empire was worse than the last. Morals had gone to ruin!

Tong Yu couldn't tell whether he was jealous of his junior brother or merely envied him. His senior female student had held him back his entire life, and even now, he was still a Xiao Chunan.

Thus, seeing Long Yue loosen his clothes and undo his belt, Tong Yu could only inwardly denounce the decline of human decency.

Alas, the Divine Realm Empire was doomed sooner or later.

Decent men like him, who played the devoted dog throughout their school years, met women through blind dates as adults, then paid a bride price of three hundred and eighty thousand to marry and have children, were becoming rarer and rarer.

*Meanwhile, men like Long Yue, whose kidneys followed wherever a pretty face led, who never married and only got together to satisfy each other's needs, were becoming more