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"Alright,"
Although Ao Tian wanted to continue talking, seeing that Chen Qiu had no desire to keep the conversation going, he could only contain his impatience and join Chen Qiu in admiring the scenery before them.
Honestly speaking, the scenery was indeed nice.
The sea surface was calm and peaceful, with seagulls flying by from time to time, bringing with their wings the slightly fishy sea breeze, and the two of them were sitting on the mountaintop of the island, overlooking the island below, feeling a beauty quite distinct from that of Quzhou.
But—
Ao Tian grew increasingly impatient as he looked around, feeling an itch in his heart. Chen Qiu's kindness to the Dragon Clan was too great, and without doing something in return, he would feel uncomfortable, as if a hand was kneading his heart.
The scenery was indeed pleasant, but he had seen it for so many years; there was no way it could evoke any feelings in him.
Put simply.