"Go on, it's time to eradicate that base of the Evil Ghost Court."
"They're even brazenly hosting a banquet..."
"Do they really think we don't know?"
...
7 PM, East Sea City, White Bay Port.
Night descended, the city's lights like resplendent stars, casting an almost otherworldly glow on the port. A super luxurious yacht quietly docked here, like a floating city that never sleeps, inviting guests aboard to indulge in a dreamlike revelry.
The yacht was surrounded by bands of lights, emanating a soft, bright glow that interwove into a crystalline curtain. The hull shimmered with silver metallic luster, its sleek lines showcasing the ultimate industrial aesthetics. Bathed in the lights, it resembled a silver dragon ready to soar.
At the dock, several thick, specially-made ropes held the yacht steadily. The boarding entrance was laid with a long red carpet, flanked by impeccably dressed attendants, tall and attractive, with radiant smiles.
