Li Xuanfeng, alone and armored, cloaked, with golden flying shuttle underfoot, sped stealthily through the pitch-black, surging waves.
Seizing the opportunity during a sea storm, he found an excuse, silently left Fenkui Island Market, and rode the wind through thunder and torrential rain eastward. Harnessing the water veins, he traveled a thousand miles to reach the Zhu Lu Sea.
Even though the weather of the East Sea was unpredictable and temperamental, such a massive storm was rare. The night was heavy, shrouded in endless, oppressive dark clouds. The Zhu Lu Sea turned a deep green, nearly black, and looking out, it was infinite darkness.
The golden light of Li Xuanfeng's flying shuttle retracted, he silently rode the wind forward, the downpour struck his Black Gold Spirit Armor and was shattered by the Dharma Light into a mist of spray.
