The spacious dining area of the warship was a blend of elegance and purpose. Tall windows framed the starry night. The light shone bright, illuminating the polished wooden table set for the highest-ranking members on board.
Xiang Yu and Han Xin entered, the weight of their presence shifting the atmosphere. Lian and Mei were already there, standing patiently. Their demeanour was so obedient; it was hard to believe just moments ago, they had slaughtered Peng Xiu.
As they caught sight of the two men, Lian stood taller, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Master," she greeted. Mei chimed in, "You are finally here." The air crackled with their eagerness, and they both rushed to pull out a chair for Xiang Yu.
