While the Wanjian Sect was in the midst of its fiery individual competition, Penglai Immortal Sect remained far away.
Recently, the sea near Penglai Island had been restless. Wild winds whipped the ocean into layers of rolling waves, and as each wave crashed down, it revealed an inky, pitch-black depth—a far cry from the calm, azure blue of normal days.
A young man dressed in a moon-white flying fish robe designed for easy movement stood by the shore, quietly watching the waves rise and fall.
Chapter 409