The sea island. The salt fields.
"Brother, why don't you take these Salt Crystals to the Black Panther Tribe? I'll watch over things here. The Shark Beasts haven't made a move for now, so I don't think they'll dare to attack us anytime soon."
Xijing frowned and shook his head. "Although we've made many preparations, I can't let my guard down until we've driven off the Shark Beast Clan. Stick to the original plan. You take some men and make the delivery first."
Seeing that he had made up his mind, Ximing didn't press the issue. "Alright. I'll go gather the team and set off now."
Just as Ximing was about to leave, a merman ran over, his expression panicked.
"Your Majesty, the Shark Beast Clan is attacking our territory! The guards are holding them off, but their assault is so fierce we're struggling to stop them."
Xijing's expression hardened. He said to Ximing, "Ximing, you stay on the island and guard the salt fields. I will go fight the Shark Beasts."
