Lean Over the Railing

In the end, only Tao's clothes fit the white snake god. Other crewmates were too burly or lanky, the clothes either too tight that LiangLin looked like he was donning children's robes or too loose he looked famished.

The white snake had finally fallen asleep after a few hours of complaint - exhausted and curled up on their bed, snuffling away with a little frown still present on his otherwise peaceful visage.

XueYa had tried his best to explain to his love that sorcerers had been pirates for centuries now, driven out from the land by the demon sects. Now that the new sect leader had stepped onto the throne a few centuries back did the sorcerers dare step foot on land.