The men were drinking, but San Niang remained aloof, her mood never high, always sitting off to the side, distracted.
Changkong had a lot on his plate, and although he found Zhao Changhe quite to his taste, he likewise had little inclination to talk too much.
Speaking of the illusory, in reality, he had boarded the Tang family's ship only to ascertain what exactly Zhao Changhe and San Niang were up to at sea, especially since they had brought a powerful fleet, which was unsettling—a group of people fiercely engaged, and only now were the purposes of both parties beginning to be made clear.
Learning that Zhao Changhe was merely searching for an island, Changkong couldn't help but laugh and cry: "Hai Qianfan really ran into a ghost here, this has nothing to do with you, yet you've barged in and made a huge mess."
"Who says it's got nothing to do with me? Guigui... San Niang's issues are my issues too."
