The Ghostly Flood Dragon.
The Captain's Quarters.
"First, let's confirm one thing."
"This war began because your side, for fabricated and baseless reasons, illegally detained 125 of our employees. Furthermore, you seized 16 spirit ships, along with seven shops and warehouses."
"Your actions caused our side significant financial losses... As a result, we were left with no choice but to initiate this war."
"Fellow Daoist Ziyuan, do you agree with this account?"
Su Ye interlocked his fingers, his elbows resting on the table as he spoke in a low voice.
"I agree."
Ziyuan nodded listlessly. The luster in her magnificent, deep-violet eyes had dimmed, and she looked haggard.
Today, Ziyuan wore a simple, pure white dress. The garment did not detract from her beauty; instead, it lent her the air of a fallen goddess, tempered and refined by tribulation.
She was like a wintersweet blossom, blooming after a bitter cold, its rich fragrance lingering subtly in the air.
