"That's how it is now. I don't know whether I should use the old general's favor to enlist the Sea Race to fight for me."
Fang Yu shook his head and spoke softly.
Jiaqing stood quietly beside him, remaining silent for a while before her gentle voice finally rang out, "For you to consider this shows your kindness and sense of responsibility. That's good."
"Fang Yu, do you believe me?"
Fang Yu was taken aback, then nodded, "Tell me!"
"I actually have a way to solve your dilemma!"
Jiaqing chuckled as she spoke.
Upon hearing Jiaqing's words, Fang Yu couldn't help but widen his eyes, suddenly grabbing Jiaqing's hand, "You have a way?"
Jiaqing's body stiffened when Fang Yu grabbed her hand, but she did not withdraw it, allowing him to hold it as she softly spoke in a voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz:
"Sail westward from here for about a thousand nautical miles, and there stands an Ocean Divine Hall above the sea."
