Under a sky filled with stars, the Dragon-man youth returned to the port.
At the same time, in a courtyard.
Teng Donglang, alone, was drinking Ice Flower Wine while enjoying slices of raw fish.
"After so many years, your taste hasn't changed," a voice suddenly came from behind him.
Teng Donglang froze on the spot and then turned around in surprise, standing up.
He saw the figure of a slender person, standing in the shadow of a grapevine trellis.
The figure was dressed in a white robe adorned with colorful and exquisite flowers.
And on his face was a silver-white fox mask.
The eyes that showed through had pink pupils.
Especially striking in the night.
"Hua Tang, why have you come?" Teng Donglang's face bloomed with a joyful smile.
"Of course, there is important business to attend to. Do you remember the clue I once asked you to collect?" The silver-white fox mask stepped out of the shadows and slowly approached Teng Donglang.
