"Huala la..."
The sails fluttered fiercely. The warship cleaved through the waves.
Since the day the Wine Sword Immortal was forced to retreat by the Empress, there had been no further obstacles, and Zhao Douan's fleet sailed smoothly without hindrance.
On this day, they finally arrived in the vicinity of Daluo Island.
Inside the cabin.
Zhao Douan gently knocked on the door of the compartment with the back of his hand. Seeing no movement inside, he pushed open the sliding cabin door, revealing a small room.
Inside the room, the Empress sat cross-legged in a white dress with a red silk ribbon around her waist. The mask on her face fit perfectly, seemingly oblivious to his presence as he entered.
"Your Majesty?" Zhao Douan called softly. Confirming that there was no response, he stealthily approached, facing the Empress's physical form, pondered for a moment, then slowly reached out his hand.
A moment later.
