Central Island.
At the end of the grand central avenue extending from the Dragon Palace, in the back courtyard of an inn named 'Youlai,' Wang Ping and Jiangcun were savoring grape wine from the East Continent Western Alliance, while Yu Lian chewed on a large, boiled shrimp.
"It's so much more comfortable out here."
Jiangcun was like a child tired of being bossed around. He propped his left hand on the table, his body relaxed, and raised his wine glass with his right, toasting the sun in the sky.
Yu Lian swallowed her mouthful of shrimp and asked Jiangcun, "I've always been curious. Why does the Dragon Palace have so many rules? Do you guys enjoy being governed by them?"
