The sea breeze on Dream Island still carried a salty taste, yet it was more bustling than before.
Ah Lan stood on a giant rock at the coast inscribed with the words "Gold Coin Chamber of Commerce," his black long robe fluttering in the sea wind.
He cast his gaze toward the distant horizon where alien merchant ships continually emerged, his lips gently curving upward.
Finally, it had become lively.
Previously, due to the sea crisis brought by the Mingwu Clan, Dream Island was forced to close, but now it had regained its former prosperity.
Merchant ships of various designs slowly entered the harbor.
There were Pearl Shell Ships from the Sea Demon Clan, with hulls embedded with glowingly sparkling Spiritual Pearls, refracting a colorful halo under the sunlight.
There were Tidal Wooden Boats from the Scale Clan and Abyssal Whale Tugboats from the Howlspirit Clan, with the enormous silhouette of whales looming beneath the sea surface, towing float rafts full of goods.
