West Street was not far from the docks to begin with.
As the sudden sound of churning waves reached their ears, Duan Chenzhou hadn't even finished uttering the four words, "with utmost respect."
But Ji Xiu, with the sharp hearing and keen sight granted by the Two Daoist Art Realms, had already taken in every detail of the disturbance—the distant waves of the Cang River being thrown into turmoil.
In an instant, the smile on his face froze slightly.
"But..."
"Master, it seems our debt is a *tiny* bit bigger than our reputation."
Duan Chenzhou's expression instantly turned cold.
"The Fishing Trade... the Wild Flood Dragon Monarch..."
"Heh."
"That Leader of the Fishing Trade's many docks and boat bosses... he's been in that seat for ten years. Has he finally secured his position on the General Leader's throne?"
"So now that his hands are free, he's dropping all pretenses and has directly invited a Flood Dragon to come settle accounts with me..."
