While the men drank, Lady Three remained distant, lost in her thoughts, her mood never quite lifting.0

Though he found Zhao Changhe to be someone he got along with surprisingly well, Hai Changkong also had too much weighing on him to fully enjoy the moment. The reality of it all was strangely disjointed—he had come aboard the Tang Clan’s ship mainly to determine Zhao Changhe and Lady Three’s purpose at sea, especially given they had brought a formidable fleet. It was unsettling not knowing their intentions. The irony was that amidst all the chaos, only now were they finally beginning to understand each other’s goals.0

When he learned that Zhao Changhe was simply looking for an island, Hai Changkong could only shake his head with a wry smile. “Hai Qianfan really had the worst luck. All of this had nothing to do with you, yet here you are, turning everything upside down.”0

“Who says it has nothing to do with me? Shel… I mean, Lady Three’s matters are my matters,” Zhao Changhe said with a grin.0

Hai Changkong glanced at Lady Three, who still seemed lost in her own...0