“Commander Xu.” At this time, a somber man’s voice rang out not too far away. In Jun Man’s large plant net, Zhao Fenglai and Zhao Wuye nodded at him with dejection coloring their faces.

Zhao Fenglai faced up and laughed bitterly, taking out a brocaded pouch and shaking it. Without missing a beat, countless shattered jade slips fell out. “Altogether, twenty-seven life slips broke.” His expression was fairly dispirited and gray. “These… were the clan’s elite specialty-disciples…”

“There are still three people?” Xu Yangyi furrowed his brows. “Forgive me for speaking bluntly, Fellow Daoist Zhao, but now isn’t the time for sorrow. Maybe these three blacked out in the water. They have to be saved now.”

“Yes.” Zhao Fenglai heard Xu Yangyi’s words, and his expression finally pulled itself a bit together. He laughed awkwardly yet looked up and sighed in sadness. “The alligator gars… killed Old Seven… The livyatan… killed twenty-seven disciples… I have shamed the Zhao Clan…”

“Fellow Daoist, save your grief.” Xu Yangyi cupped his hands and suddenly recalled something. “What about Zhao Ziqi?”

In the end, an honest wisp of a smile appeared in Zhao Fenglai’s eyes. “Relax, he… did not die.”

“But I haven’t seen him throughout this journey,” Xu Yangyi said deeply.

Zhao Fenglai took out a jade box and slowly opened it. Inside was a delicate rag doll. He laughed and tucked it away. “He will naturally appear when he should.”

“Commander!” At this time, Peony pursed her lips and walked over....