Above the Qu Yang Sea Area.
Two figures looked at each other and smiled.
A coughing sound came from below. Waves surged and fell as Duan Li struggled up from the seabed, slowly making his way over to the two of them.
His face was pale, and streaks of black qi, like earthworms, burrowed back and forth across his cheeks from time to time.
His aura was so feeble that it was hard to believe he was a Golden Core Cultivator.
"Cough, cough... I... must thank Azure Sun Zi for the warning. Otherwise, I would have fallen to this man's sneak attack." Duan Li spoke with gratitude written all over his mottled black-and-white face.
Luo Chen waved a hand and smiled. "It was nothing. We fought side by side, so warning you was only proper. It is just a pity about Fellow Daoist Hao Ye."
As he spoke, he looked toward the Fishing Old Man.
The Fishing Old Man raised a brow, hooked two fingers together, and sent a fine thread flying from his fingertips into the depths of the sea.
Before long, it dragged up a mangled corpse.
It was Hao Ye's body.
His eyes were wide open, filled with unwillingness. Even in death, he could not close them!
The three of them fell somewhat silent as they looked at Hao Ye's corpse.
After a long while, the Fishing Old Man stuffed the corpse, along with Hao Ye's belongings, into a Storage Bag.
"We traveled together, after all. Even a loose cultivator deserves a place to bury his bones after death. Once we return, I will have someone give him a proper burial."
Luo Chen glanced at his actions. Hao Ye's Storage Bag, along with the Spirit Beast Bag and Flying Sword from earlier, had all been taken by