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 spoke quietly about Dragonbone Shoal and Blood Rain Tower.
Lin Zisu had changed into a tea-green ruqun and arranged her hair like a bookish young lady, complete with an ornamental hairpin. She sat properly beside him, kneading Coal Ball, and was much better behaved than before.
Lin Wanyi was making tea nearby. She was a little surprised to find that once the mischievous girl put on proper undergarments, even her behavior became more settled. 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 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, intellectual bearing 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 on the coast by the ancestors of humanity. Its bones and blood became nourishment for all living things, which is why spiritual treasures keep appearing there. There are even true demons hidden among its mountains and great marshes. Competing for opportunities in a place like that, you wouldn't have much assurance even with Nangong Ye and me accompanying you. I think you should think twice before acting."
Dragonbone Shoal covered an enormous area, stretching from Jiang Family Fort in Northern Zhou all the way to Great Qian's southeastern coast, while extending west deep into Great Qian's interior, almost reaching Jing Prefecture. It was as large as a dozen or more of Great Qian's prefectures.
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