In the pavilion of the Ruins of Return Cult, the Sea Master sat with a grim expression, listening to the report from the sea demon before him.0

After the deaths of his shrimp soldier and crab general in his own home, the Sea Master had clearly reinforced the defense of his pavilion. It was now surrounded by armored sea demon warriors. Of course, as long as he remained present, these guards were nothing more than mere decorations.0

Standing before him was a hunched old sea demon, its back burdened by a heavy, spiked shell that shimmered with a dull, dark luster. This was an old sea turtle.0

"The last battle only strengthened the ties between the sea clans and human cultivators..." The old turtle demon spoke slowly. "Now, the sea demons led by the merfolk frequently interact with the sects of the Divine Nine and Terrestrial Ten. Just yesterday, they even accepted a large shipment of human texts. It's as if they're preparing to open our sea territories to those human...0