Inside the warship's conference room, the incandescent lights stretched and shrank the four figures' shadows.
Ying Jiuyao paced back and forth anxiously, his claws making a piercing sound as they scraped across the metal tabletop.
"That sharp-tongued swan's voice is clearly fine, his wings have fully grown back, and his Level has even increased."
He stopped abruptly, his tiger tail cracking against the bulkhead with a WHIP, shaking the overhead light.
"So who's he putting on that long face for all day? Anan doesn't owe him anything."
"Something's wrong."
Lan Cangming's transparent ear fins suddenly fluttered violently, his ice-blue eyes widening in the dim light.
"Seville's aura is tainted with the scent of an evil curse. It's just like the stench of corruption when the Mermaid Clan was defiled years ago."
Night Abyss's brow instantly furrowed, his dragon horns glinting coldly in the shadows.
