Above the surface of the sea, in the center of the North Sea, stood the eight Dragon Kings of the North Sea and a number of shrimp soldiers and crab generals.
At the very front, Xiao Qing looked up toward the horizon.
She was waiting for the scholars from the Confucian Academy to arrive.
"Sister Xiao Qing, are we really going to sign a treaty with the Confucian Academy?" Qin Qiaoqiao stepped forward and asked.
"It is Your Majesty's will," Xiao Qing said slowly.
"Sister Xiao Qing, I don't think the Human Race can be trusted." Zhen Yun stepped forward, a murderous glint in his eyes. "The enmity between the Human Race and our Dragon Race runs too deep. How could the humans possibly believe that we'll truly remain neutral? And how can we guarantee they won't try to pull a fast one on us?"
He Xiao nodded. "Sister Xiao Qing, I feel the same way."
Listening to their words, Xiao Qing's expression grew a little grave.
In truth, it wasn't just them; Xiao Qing thought so too.
