Li Xuanfeng was alone, armored and cloaked, standing on a golden flying shuttle as he sped through the surging dark waves.0

Taking advantage of the brewing sea storm, he found an excuse to silently leave the market at Splitreed Island. Riding the wind through thunder and rain, he headed eastward, traveling thousands of li along the water veins until he arrived at the Scarlet Pristine Sea.0

Though the Eastern Sea's weather was famously unpredictable, with sudden shifts from clear to stormy skies, such a fierce thunderstorm was rare. The night was pitch-black, cloaked under heavy, boundless clouds. The Scarlet Pristine Sea had turned a dark green—nearly black, seeming to be merging seamlessly with the horizon's darkness.0

Li Xuanfeng suppressed the golden light of his shuttle, advancing noiselessly through the wind. Torrential rain struck his Black Gold Spirit...0