Above Blue Lake, thick fog spread far and wide. The treasure ship lay hidden within it. Golden Mane licked his fur, and seeing no one paying attention, secretly lifted a leg to scratch, inadvertently brushing past his nose, intoxicated by the rich scent.
“Bai Mingzhe, Bai Chenfeng, the current one, the former one, disciples of the Eighth House...”
Liang Qu flipped through the booklets, circling, dotting, and marking. Zha Qing and the others hadn't wasted their half year. Digging mines every day and chatting idly with the miners, they had practically become half-folk of Hantai.
The greatest internal conflict within the Bai family, naturally, was the replacement of the clan leader, a situation brought about by the intervention of the Great Shun Imperial Court as an external force. Bai Mingzhe had gone to live in the Southern Metropolitan Region at eight years old, and at fourteen, he began martial training in the Imperial Capital.