They had now entered the Chaotic Sea Region, and with the Human Race and Sea Race fighting with incomparable ferocity, the flames of war would not reach this place for the time being.
However, Lin Xuan did not let down his guard. The Chaotic Sea Region had always been rife with bloody storms and foul winds, and under the current circumstances, the danger was naturally easy to imagine.
The Human Race and Sea Race living here might not erupt into fierce conflict on the surface, but what happened in the dark was hard to say.
If Sick Demon could grasp this situation, then with Lin Xuan's shrewdness, how could he fail to think of it?
As for exactly how to deal with it, Lin Xuan did not know either. He would definitely have to take things one step at a time according to the circumstances.
Leaving these matters aside for now, at this moment, there were still some things he needed to handle himself.
Lin Xuan walked toward the cabin.
When he returned to the quiet room, Sick Demon's Nascent Soul was sitting in meditation. Hearing Lin Xuan's footsteps, the fellow hurriedly stood up, his face carrying shock and suspicion. The other party had come back far too quickly.
But all his expressions quickly vanished. How could a cultivator of the Dongxuan Realm possibly lack even a little shrewdness? Unfortunately, that minute change in expression had already fallen into Lin Xuan's eyes.
"This old slave pays his respects to Master."
The Nascent Soul bent its knees and knelt. Though his heart was naturally filled with hatred to the extreme, his outward conduct was flawless.
If someone unaware of the truth saw him, they might really take him for Lin Xuan's loyal servant. In terms of acting skill, this old fellow