The salty sea breeze brushed against his cheek. Ling Xiaofu stood with his hands behind his back upon a reef, his robes snapping in the wind. He gazed toward the meeting point of sea and sky in the west, his gaze seeming to pierce through ten thousand miles of cloud and wave to reach the territory of Daxia.
Half a month in the outside world, sixty years within the pagoda...
As this thought crossed his mind, Ling Xiaofu's fingertips instinctively rubbed the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda hidden in his sleeve. Sixty years of solitary cultivation had deepened his aura, leaving a profound and steady composure forged by time at the corners of his eyes and brows.
Chapter 255