"This is Mister Yuan, envoy of the Southern Sea's Old Ancestor Wuchao."
"This is Prince Huangyang, under the Western Sea Divine Phoenix."
At the border between the southwestern two seas, amid ten thousand miles of emerald waves, stood an inconspicuous little island. One could see from its eastern shore all the way to its western shore at a glance.
Three figures had gathered on the island at this moment, standing face-to-face in the biting sea wind.
On the left was a broad-faced middle-aged man with leaping red hair, twin horns sprouting from his forehead, and an unruly gleam in his eyes.
On the right stood a frail, elderly figure with a huge black shell on his back. When the wind blew, he looked as though even trembling against it took all his strength.
Between them stood the Heavenly Master Yinghuo, speaking with the two men with a smile on his face.
The one on the left was none other than Huangyang, whom Yinghuo had once tried to capture. He carried the bloodline of the Western Sea Divine Phoenix, and after undergoing a mutation, his talent had instead become astonishingly high. After the Western Sea Divine Phoenix emerged from seclusion to contend for the Dao, phoenix-blooded clans from every direction came to pledge themselves, yet the divine beast Huangyang remained unmoved. Only when the Divine Phoenix personally went to Huangyang Mountain to recruit him, promising him the position of prince of the phoenix clan, did it barely bring this former castoff back to Divine Phoenix Island.
This time, when contacting the Southern Sea, the Divine Phoenix had sent Prince Huangyang to represent it.
As for the shell-backed elder, he was one of Old Ancestor Wuchao's most valued strategists in the Southern Sea: an old yuan turtle whose lifespan was scarcely shorter