"Great King, Great King..."
A voice of immense penetration resonated from the distant west. Three torrents of white water formed a "pin" shape, arching across the sky like a rainbow. Before the white currents arrived, a silver light shot forth, crashing into the palace grounds—indeed, it was a silver token. The guards saw this and quickly stepped aside, allowing the white torrents to descend unobstructed.
The water waves surged, and the palace's waterweeds bowed low. The more fragile ones were pulled and broken by the current, swirling and floating.
Lang Yu, a general clad in scale armor, knelt on one knee at the forefront.
Sending away those around, the hall only had a few fish remaining. The Sea Teeth King leaned forward: "Lang Yu, how is it?"
