A short while later, in the living room.
Xie Jinhuan sat by the window in a white robe, looking much more respectable than usual as he quietly spoke about Dragonbone Shoal and the Blood Rain Tower.
Lin Zisu had changed into a tea-green ruqun, styled her hair like a bookish young lady, and even put in a jeweled hairpin. She sat properly beside him, kneading Coal Ball, and was much better behaved than before.
Lin Wanyi brewed tea nearby. She was a little surprised to find that once the mischievous girl put on proper undergarments, she became steadier herself. But she did not dwell on it now, merely asking with concern:
"They say Dragonbone Shoal is crawling with formidable people. Those foot soldiers from the Blood Rain Tower can gather a little intelligence at most; they won't be much help. Who are you planning to take?"
As his grandmaster, Bu Yuehua naturally adopted the dignified, knowledgeable air of an elder:
"Dragonbone Shoal has more than formidable people. Legend has it that the world's last true dragon came ashore from the Eastern Sea and was slain beside the sea by humanity's forebears. Its bones and blood became nourishment for all living things, which is why spiritual treasures appear so frequently there. There are even true demons hidden among its mountains and great marshes. Fighting for an opportunity in a place like that wouldn't be particularly safe even with Nangong Ye and me accompanying you. If you ask me, you should think twice."
Dragonbone Shoal covered a considerable area, stretching from the Jiang Family Fort in Northern Zhou all the way to Great Qian's southeastern coast. To the west, it reached deep into Great Qian's interior, approaching Jing Prefecture, and encompassed an area equivalent to more than a dozen of Great Qian's