It was amidst pouring rain that Xu Qing appeared on the beach again. Walking past the bones and corpses half-buried in the sand, he eventually reached the water. The storm had kicked up large waves which obviously contained hidden dangers.

Xu Qing suddenly recalled that the Church of Departure had come on a ship, but he didn’t see it anywhere.

Although there were no Foundation Establishment cultivators on this island, he didn’t dare to stick around the area, even in the water near the island. If there was a Foundation Establishment cultivator nearby who had it out for him, they wouldn’t be far away. That was where they would be waiting for their Qi Condensation cultivators to return successfully with lizard skins.

Xu Qing obviously couldn’t be certain that the Church of Departure or Sea Ghosts had sent Foundation Establishment cultivators along on the trip. But if they were out there, it was highly likely they had already been notified about the big fight that broke out. There was no way that Xu Qing could personally prevent all communications from leaving the island.

After some thought, he decided not to leave immediately. Instead, he sat down cross-legged and meditated a bit to stabilize his cultivation base and recover a bit. A short time later, he opened his eyes and looked out at the open sea, his eyes flashing coldly.

If there’s a Foundation Establishment cultivator out there.... 

After pondering the matter further, he suppressed any killing intent within him. Having no idea how many of them might be, he didn’t want to get involved in another dangerous fight.

After more thought, he took out his dharmaboat. Then he waved his hand, and cracking sounds rang out as a small flying boat emerged from the bottom. Zhang San had installed the flying boat as an emergency...