Xiao Chen and Yan Qingcheng walked on the waves amidst the morning glow, gradually approaching Jiuzhou, and they could already make out the hazy Continent.
At that moment, Xiao Chen stilled his body, his expression became serious. He did not sense any dangerous aura, but his intuition told him something unusual lay ahead.
This was a very bad sign; being as powerful as he was and still unable to clearly detect it indicated the seriousness of the situation.
A long laugh resounded, like a thunderous drum shaking the heavens, deep and powerful, echoing for a long time in this coastal region.
"We're going back to the World of Death." Xiao Chen stood on the glittering sea, calmly said to Yan Qingcheng, yet his eyes remained fixed on the hazy coastline ahead.
Yan Qingcheng, a beauty as enchanting as a goddess, was clad in a Feather Coat. She nodded with serene detachment, becoming even more ethereal, lively yet insubstantial.
