The salty sea breeze was like a thin needle, blowing against Xiao Shi's newly healed wrist. The scar left by sealing the monster was still glowing with light pink, and a slight pain was felt when the wind blew it. He stood on the tallest watchtower in Linjiang City, his black attire rustling in the sea breeze, and the dragon-patterned jade pendant hanging around his waist—which Yun Zhao personally made for him after he ascended the throne, serving as a token and amulet—clinked lightly with his movements, making a crisp sound.
