A gentle breeze swept across the grassy slope, carrying with it the tang of salt and the distant roar of the Azure Sea's waves.
Tian Shen paused, inhaling deeply—his ribs still ached from recent battle scars, but his spirit was resolute. Feng Yin and Little Mei flanked him, eyes on the horizon where a lone mast bobbed like a solitary sentinel.
"There," Feng Yin murmured, shading her eyes.
"A merchant vessel."
Tian Shen nodded.
"Perfect timing. If we can secure an escort position, we cross the sea safely—and perhaps earn a few spirit stones along the way."
Little Mei's tail flicked.
"Kyuu?" she asked, tilting her head in question.
Tian Shen smiled.
"Yes, Little Mei. We'll request to become their guards. No harm in politely asking."
