The group picked an inn near the coastline as their temporary abode. Yang Ling and Fan Bai busily went to set up the rooms. Only the old man stayed behind with Li Qiye.

The latter sat by the window to stare at the ocean in silence. The old man did the same.

“You have something to say?” A while later, Li Qiye stopped looking and asked.

“Young Master, you came specifically for Black Tides?” The old man chose his words carefully.

Ever since the beginning of his arrival in the south, Li Qiye’s goal had nothing to do with the holy ground or Sacred Mountain. Not something as insignificant...