Chong walked to the side of the ship's railing. A demonic wind rose beneath his feet, supporting him as he slowly flew up to the rail, with Xiao Hua naturally accompanying him. As the two demons flew over the railing, they saw that beyond the dragon ship, in the black night sky, wisps of fluorescent light were scattered outside the rail like fireflies tugged about by a giant hand. When the glow struck the restrictions on the railing, it threw off tiny sparks. Looking below the dragon ship, the distant depths seemed paved with an endless, boundless swath of dark green. Now and then, patches of light and shadow flashed with multicolored radiance, dazzling to the eye.
"So quiet!" Chong gazed deeply at the night sky, then at the sea, and sighed. "It's so quiet that I want to sleep."
"Of course it's quiet!" Xiao Hua pointed at the fluorescent lights and said blandly, "Those are restrictions within the sea wind. The restrictions have blocked out every sound."
"Ah, the human race often says, 'Deceiving oneself and others.' I fear that is precisely the case with me!" Chong said. "I clearly know the sea storm outside has not completely subsided, and this dragon ship is moving so quickly. How could it possibly be this quiet?"
"It is because your heart has become quiet!" Xiao Hua had an excellent impression of Chong and said with a smile.
"True. If only my clan's territory could be this quiet!" Chong withdrew his gaze and nodded. "There are battles in my clan's territory every month, and every day, clansmen die at the hands of enemies! Seeing this quiet place, I cannot help but sigh with feeling. I hope the North Sea Dragon Palace can... agree to my request."
Although Xiao Hua did not know