Dìwáng Chāiqiān Bàn

Farther east of the Eastern Sea… could there really be merfolk? Fish tails must taste delicious. And the pearls they cry, ground into powder, would surely make one’s skin glow, wouldn’t they? When you were young, you and your friends would crowd by the riverbank, chatting idly. Even amidst chaos and unrest, as long as your closest friends were by your side, you could still steal a few moments of peace. But later, you became the one chosen by destiny. And those familiar figures who once stood shoulder to shoulder with you were nowhere to be found. The Eastern Sea no longer held merfolk; only endless rows of merchant ships and warships. The history books say: “Lady Wenhan, blessed by the…