The sea breeze blew gently. Wang Sheng's snores matched perfectly with the waves crashing against the shore. Spiritless was sheathed in the sand beside his reclining chair. True to his word, he had truly fallen asleep without a care in the world.0

Nearby, Shi Qianzhang used his phone to project an image of a mahjong table. Dale and the three men played enthusiastically, making it clear that they were more than willing to include her in their games for as long as she did not have improper intentions for their captain or threaten Mu Wanxuan's place in his heart.0

After all, from the very start, Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan gave the impression of childhood companions destined for each other. His thirteen years of "widowed" devotion in the Small Nether Realm only made their story all the more legendary.0

Moreover, Mu Wanxuan herself was a quiet and reserved young fairy. Her air of delicate grace could easily win people's hearts. Wang Sheng, on the other hand, had begun carving a path of sweeping heroism, cutting down all kinds of fiends...0