Dusk at Anning Pier.
Watching the Daoist whisk away the very person at the center of this whole affair, disappearing without a trace.
Qingtuan scratched her head. Seeing Patriarch Huang and his servants clambering out of the Jiangshui, faces flushed and teeth clenched in rage, she quietly backed away a few steps to Bai Shuo's side.
"Young Lady, Young Lady?"
"So, where do we go now?"
The deep blue pupils of the Dragon Maiden from the Water Monarch's Mansion, the Young Lord herself, dimmed for a silent moment beneath her veiled cloak before returning to their original luster.
Hearing the question from the round-faced Clam Maiden beside her,
Bai Shuo gazed thoughtfully in the direction Ji Xiu had disappeared.
That young man had been force-fed a Sixth-Grade Spirit Pill by the Flying Immortal Temple Master, shattering his shackles. His Qi and Blood now surged like a flood dragon, his sinews and bones tightly bound, filling every corner of his body.
