At early dawn, Chang Le opened her eyes. A wisp of purple qi flashed across the horizon, sinking into her vision before returning to her meridians with her breath.
Beneath the cliff, the sound of ocean waves crashed against the hard rocks, day and night without pause. In the distance, the sea was shrouded in a hazy mist—the sign that the Divine Turtle of Penglai Palace was approaching once again.
A year had passed, and the Divine Turtle was drawing near along its established trajectory. This meant the giant clams would avoid this terrifying behemoth, making it the best time to harvest Sea Pearl.
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