Old Yang glanced at the massive form of the Cloud Whale, its eyes, small to the point of being negligible compared to its body, rolled upward, seemingly listening to what the people above were saying.
Old Yang sighed and bowed slightly to the Cloud Whale.
"You might as well descend into the sea. This is the Southern Sea; no outsiders dare to cause trouble here. It's quite safe."
The Cloud Whale complied readily and descended into the sea. The High Priest was almost in tears. They were the Black Ship Saints, but it had been years since the Black Ships touched seawater. The peculiar barnacles attached to the ship's bottom had all dried and died.
"Why have you come here?"
"I was on the verge of death, but due to the changes here, I have revived my ancestral bloodline. I came to see why and wanted to meet the person responsible for these changes...
Then..."
The Cloud Whale began to recount its experiences bit by bit.
