Mrs. Lu looked at the radical on the paper: "Do I just write one radical?"
"This radical is my nickname, Old Ears," Old Ears chuckled: "In Jing City, I have some reputation. Back when this city governor was just a small tax and grain officer, I got to know him. Give him this paper, and no one in Jing City will dare to trouble you. Rest assured, in the future, your Lantern will be an honored guest at Mirror City Port."
Mrs. Lu remained unfazed: "I'm afraid the name that allows my Lantern to walk horizontally across Mirror City Port isn't as simple as you make it sound."
Old Ears waved his hand impatiently: "Don't worry about it."
Mrs. Lu earnestly said: "Thank you very much."
At this moment, the Anlan was not yet ashore, but from afar they could already hear shouts like "West Eight," "Xiang Niangyi," "Damn it."
Chen Ji turned his head to look, just in time to see a man at the port kicking over a fisherman's fish basket and speaking incomprehensibly.
