The head guard scoffed inwardly, full of disdain.

This elder really thinks too highly of himself. He's always bossing people around, never giving anyone a friendly look, and constantly forcing the king to do this and that, and to report to him. Who does he think he is? Does he think he's higher than the mermaid king?

It's only because his family member, the Fish King, has a good temper, respects the elderly, and loves the young that he has been so tolerant. If it were him, he would have fought the elders for hundreds of rounds long ago.

The guard captain cursed the elder in his heart, but his face remained expressionless: "The king has some urgent business, so he hasn't returned to the palace yet. He was worried that you would be concerned about the Hot-Blooded Beast Clan, so he sent me back first."

The elder frowned and tossed the shark silk aside: "What could possibly be wrong with him? Is it more important than telling me the results?"

Bah! You old codger, I never tell you anything, not even if it's important!

Taking advantage of his bowed head and the elder's high position, he continued to curse furiously.

He didn't answer for a long time, and the elder impatiently slammed his hand on the table: "What are you thinking about!"

The head guard, who was in the middle of his rant, snapped out of his daze and quickly said, "I don't know what it is either, but the king looks very anxious, so it must be something serious."

The head guard thought to himself: "Your Majesty, this is all I can do for you. You'll have to come back and make up the rest yourself."

The topic of why the king hadn't returned was finally brought up, and the elders began to inquire about the handling of the matter by the head of the guards.

This questioning went on for a long time; the elder wanted to know every little detail, even what they had said.

When the head guard walked out of the Elder Hall, he breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the seawater was much fresher. He patted his empty belly and slowly went back.

I feel so sorry for Wang. It must be exhausting to communicate with the elder. Wang has to talk to him every day, pay attention to his emotions, and get scolded if he does something that doesn't please him. It must be so hard for him.

...

Lan Yin swam with almost all his might, desperately wanting to see the little female; this feeling was extremely urgent.

I wonder what the little female is doing now, whether she's been doing well these past few days, how she's been eating, and whether she's been sleeping well.

What would she be doing at this time? Would she be eating, strolling along the bubbles, or admiring the underwater scenery?

It had only been a few days, but it felt like he hadn't seen her for a very long time. He wanted to hear her voice, see her face, and even just touch the things she had touched.

Lanyin swam faster, but as she was about to reach her destination, she suddenly felt a bit apprehensive about returning home, so she stopped abruptly and swam slowly to get there.

He hid behind a large coral, searching for the figure of a female.

He soon discovered that the little female was sitting on the ground, leaning lazily against the table, with one hand supporting her chin, listlessly piling up the seashells one by one, then knocking them down, and piling them up again.

She seemed to have something on her mind, and Lan Yin couldn't help but wonder if she was thinking about her too.

Yu Wanwan, who was concentrating on piling up seashells, sneezed.

She rubbed her nose and muttered, "Who's talking about me behind my back?"

Just as he finished speaking, a familiar figure suddenly appeared before him. A mermaid leaped into the bubble, and his tail transformed into long, straight legs. Water droplets rolled down his skin, his dark blue hair was wet, and even his eyelashes were damp.

Yu Wanwan was stunned by his good looks and exclaimed in her heart: What a beautiful lotus emerging from the water!

"Wanwan, I'm back." Lanyin strode over, stretched out her long arm, and hugged Yu Wanwan tightly.

His body was soft and cold, and water droplets clung to Yu Wanwan's clothes.

Yu Wanwan was startled by the hug and didn't react for a moment.

Lan Yin rested her chin on her head, closed her eyes with longing: "Wanwan, I miss you so much."

In all his years of life, this was the first time he had ever felt such a strong dependence on someone.

Lan Yin called Yu Wanwan's name again and again, his voice soft. Yu Wanwan sensed something was wrong, patted his back, and tentatively asked, "What's wrong? Did you have a bad day?"

Why does his voice sound a little like he's about to cry? Could it be that he's suffered some injustice outside?

Lan Yin shook her head, rubbing her chin against the top of her head.

Yu Wanwan let him hold her until her legs ached, then Lan Yin finally let her go.

"Wanwan, I want to tell you something." Although she had already decided not to tell her about the Bloodthirsty Beast Clan, Lanyin hesitated for a long time before deciding to be honest.

If it is indeed the female's partner who is looking for her, she should have the right to know.

Yu Wanwan sat down at the table, rubbed her legs, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Lan Yin didn't sit down. Instead, she knelt down on one knee in front of her, looking her in the eye, her expression very serious: "I went ashore and captured a few hot-blooded beastmen. They said your mate is looking for you. Do you want to..."

Lan Yin didn't finish speaking. He wanted to ask Yu Wanwan if she wanted to go back, but the thought of Yu Wanwan leaving the seabed made him extremely reluctant. He couldn't even utter a single word, let alone ask her.

Upon hearing the word "partner," Yu Wanwan's eyes widened in surprise: "My partner?"

Wait a minute, didn't the Beast God say that no one on the Beastman Continent could go back to the past? How could Bai Jing and the others have made it here and still be looking for me at the edge of the ocean?

Yu Wanwan asked tentatively, "You mean my partner? Who is it?"

Lan Yin took a deep breath, her tone somewhat heavy: "He is the prince of the Hot-Blooded Beast Clan."

If the little female were royalty, he probably wouldn't be able to hide her anymore.

Lan Yin's hands, which were resting on her lap, gradually clenched into fists.

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