In the North Sea Dragon Palace, the Crystal Palace, piled high with exotic treasures, appeared dim and dull. Each member of the Water Tribe stationed outside the Crystal Palace clutched their weapons tightly, but their eyes were filled with fear.
Yes, fear, a deep-rooted, profound fear!
In the vast Crystal Palace, Ao Shun, the North Sea Dragon King, sat on the crystal throne, his gaze filled not only with anger but also a hint of fear.
"Tell me, how should we handle this matter?" Ao Shun's voice echoed with a roar, but beneath it, his ministers detected a trace of fear.
The North Sea Dragon King was afraid!
The shrimp soldiers and crab generals exchanged glances, yet no one spoke. Eventually, all their eyes fell on an old shrimp, who, though bearing the chancellor's crown, was a creature turned spirit over many years.
