Ao Cunxin unleashed a barrage of overbearing complaints, every word dripping with dissatisfaction toward Yang Jian.
So it was a coded message!
The Third Princess had lived in the Dragon Palace for years. How could she not know her own father's tastes?
Back in the hall, that impostor had gulped down tea without a care. Now she had come alone to the side room to make an issue of the tea leaves.
Why would this headstrong dragon maiden shoot arrows without a target?
Every sentence sounded like a complaint, but every sentence was intelligence.
Once he understood, Chen Wei followed her lead. "Please calm yourself, Third Princess. The True Lord is an immortal who honors his promises. How could he go back on his word? Before I departed, he specifically told me that the West Sea Dragon King has always enjoyed fine tea, and ordered me to bring superior immortal tea as a token of apology."
With that, he swept his sleeve and conjured a packet of immortal tea out of thin air.
Ao Cunxin snatched the packet with an icy expression. "Hmph! At least he knows what's good for him! Tell Yang Jian this isn't over! If he dares come to the West Sea again, I'll corner him in the depths of the Sea Eye!"
The depths of the Sea Eye!
Chen Wei's heart jolted, but his face betrayed nothing. He bowed with his hands clasped. "You jest, Princess. I will certainly convey your message."
The depths of the Sea Eye must be where the real Dragon King was imprisoned.
Ao Cunxin weighed the packet of tea in her hand, said nothing more, and swept out.
Once the dragon maiden's presence receded, Chen Wei sent Ma Muzhi a message through his divine sense. "Old Ma, there's no time to