Caesar knew Sang Luo was just looking for an emotional outlet, so of course he didn't dare get rough with her. Once he had tended to her until she tired herself out and fell asleep, he carefully coiled his snake tail around her, resting the tip on her belly.
Outside, a storm was raging.
The seas had been rough for the past few days.
It wasn't the rainy season, and Caesar had specifically chosen a sunny day to set sail. He just had rotten luck, running into one downpour after another.
Sang Luo, who had been sleeping nestled in his arms, was jolted awake by a sudden clap of thunder.
Caesar said, "This storm is no ordinary one. I can feel the fluctuation of a Talent Power."
Sang Luo looked outside as well, but her senses were too dull; she couldn't detect anything out of the ordinary.
"Are you saying a Beastman is trying to stop us?"
