In the void, an enormous tower ship sailed slowly onward.
A lifelike dragon's head was carved into its prow, and a huge character for "Ao" was embroidered on its sail.
This was the Dragon Ship of Ao Tong's branch. It would have been impressive even in the Immortal Realm; the Demon Realm's shipbuilding was no inferior to theirs.
At this moment, however, the atmosphere aboard the imposing Dragon Ship was rather peculiar.
On the deck, Ao Tong stood blankly, his face expressionless.
The Dragon Race's physical recovery was indeed formidable. The swelling in his face had long since subsided, but the rope marks on his body and face had yet to fade completely.
After all, Zhou Yan's immortal-binding rope had been refined by Murong Li's father, who was only a step away from becoming an immortal king.
But none of that was the point. The point was that his heart was bleeding.
Several hours earlier, he had steeled himself and personally escorted the young woman in red to the treasury.
At the time, he had comforted himself: the treasury was so big and held so much. Even with Storage Rings, how much could two young women possibly carry away?
Reality proved that he had underestimated them.
Even now, Ao Tong could not work out how many storage Magic Treasures they had brought.
They had emptied seventy percent of an entire treasury.
The young woman in red had said the remaining thirty percent was his "kickback."
"Kickback."
They had used his money to give him a kickback.
"..."
A phrase suddenly came to him: inviting wolves into the house.
At the stern.
Luo Hongyi sat cross-legged on the deck, a small mountain of storage bags piled before her.
She was tallying the "charitable donations," muttering under her breath.
Murong Li