Wei Ziyi leaned to the side, smiling:
"Before the Martial God Temple was a great defeat at Gui Xu Island, now Nanhai is unified under the Supreme.
"You, the grand Nanhai Supreme, the entire Nanhai Martial world must act according to your wishes, why are you still escorting?"
"One must not forget their roots..."
Su Mo stretched lazily:
"But your reminder has brought a major issue to mind.
"The pirates in Nanhai have become a crisis that cannot be ignored.
"But eliminating pirates is difficult and cannot be done easily.
"There are many merchant ships coming and going, yet there are not enough professionals to offer protection, which is unacceptable…"
"...What do you intend to do?"
Wei Ziyi stared with wide eyes:
"Could it be..."
"That's exactly what it could be."
Su Mo smiled, pushed the paper aside, and began to write more letters.
He found that his writing had become increasingly elegant these days.
