Meimei raised her hand, and with a slight casting, a flow of water slipped through the crack of the door into the room, while the outside water spread over her delicate palm, vibrating slightly, making the sounds inside much clearer.
As the darling of water, she showcased such a technique.
A quarrel was happening inside the room.
The quarrel was between a somewhat hoarse female voice and an even hoarser, older male voice, the latter likely belonging to Karon.
"Dad, stop being obsessed with those outdated ideas. Do you still want to be that king of yours? Look at your life, even the shipyard might not respect you—"
"Shut up! Mary, how dare you talk to me like that?"
Karon's voice was full of authority, but also suppressed anger and disbelief.
"That's because I've seen different sights these days."
The woman named Mary, who called the old man Karon 'Dad', should be middle-aged, hence her somewhat hoarse voice.
