"Is this the work of sea demons?"0

Xu Ziyang floated above the South Sea, his gaze sweeping over the calm, endless waters below. His divine sense stretched far and wide, but nothing felt out of place.0

Dressed in white robes trimmed with gold, he stood tall and steady. His features hadn’t changed much, still sharp and striking. However, his eyes now glowed even more intensely. He used to give off this sharp and dangerous vibe like a sword out of its sheath. Now, he was like a sword resting in its sheath, his strength hidden beneath the surface.0

Yet, his stance remained unchanged. He stood firm, his back as unwavering as a banner held high against the wind.0

“Sea demons aren’t like those on land. Any trace of them—demonic or otherwise—disappears quickly in the water, making them harder to track,” said the young disciple beside him.0

Three young disciples followed behind him—two boys and a girl, all around sixteen or seventeen. They were obviously talented. The gentle-looking girl glanced at Xu Ziyang’s back, her eyes shining with admiration.0

They had grown up hearing stories of Xu Ziyang’s feats, and their hearts swelled with admiration for their brilliant and awe-inspiring senior brother.0

Of the glorious generation of disciples from six years ago, Chu Liang and Jiang Yuebai had already left, becoming figures of...2