Lan Ji’s expression turned cold. He finally gave up on going to find Jiang Xi and Lan Wu. He flicked his sleeve and swam to the entrance, but then remembered something and turned back. “I heard… you and Lan Wu were in the human realm at Shiling City, helping the cultivators with something important?” Ji Lingyue said, “It wasn’t anything…
“Mother,” Lan Wu said, grabbing her wrist urgently. “I know this is hard to accept, but today, with all the clans gathered here, it’s the perfect opportunity to expose Lan Zhichuan. Please, pull yourself together. I need you to stand with me. Help me… help me end this.” Jiang Xi’s voice was hoarse. “Do you have proof?” Lan Wu paused….
As soon as they entered the Kunlun Sea, Lan Wu felt that something wasn’t right. All around them, vibrant shellfish demons shimmered with dazzling light, guiding them through a winding path. At the end of the path, a faint, ethereal song could be heard. Dolphins played, sharks swam, and colorful schools of fish darted among the vibrant coral. Even the…
With each step they took, ripples spread out beneath their feet. They walked on the water, moving further and further from the shore, eventually disappearing into the vast white fog. Yu Shanye stood in place for a long while before finally turning around, only to pause in surprise. “Master?” Ye Qingjun nodded. “They’ve left?” “Yes.” “Don’t worry.” The woman reassured…
On the ninth day of the winter month, it was snowing lightly. The trees were bare, and the human realm had fully entered winter. Even on the shores of the South Sea, which was usually spring-like year-round, it was much colder than usual. Before dawn, the sound of footsteps echoed through the thick fog. A man in a gray coat…