When Wei He reached the shore, force trembled through his entire body, shaking off the droplets as he put on his robes.
He was about to head to Longwan for something to eat.
Longwan had everything—food, drink, entertainment, anything available outside could be found there as well. Naturally, all the shops were run by people with connections within the sect.
Just as he was about to leave, his gaze suddenly shifted toward the distance.
His eyes passed over the sea crowded with people and looked toward the place where sea and sky met on the left.
Two figures were racing toward Tianhai Island from there, as though surfing. Something supported their feet, while long white trails of spray streamed behind them.
Having stayed here for several months, Wei He knew what that was.
"An urgent report? I wonder what news it is."
He frowned slightly. But he was still in the midst of bitter cultivation, his strength insufficient; there was nothing he could do. He could only shake the sand from his feet, put on his socks and shoes, and prepare to leave.
"So you are Wei He, the one who defeated two opponents alone and killed two True Persons?" A woman's voice abruptly rang out behind him.
Wei He's heart jolted. At such close range, he had not noticed her at all!
He spun around, forcefully suppressing his instinct to attack. He retreated two steps and gave her a Daoist salute.
"Wei He greets this senior sister."
This was a sect with a Blessed Land. There were countless people stronger than him, so naturally, he addressed her respectfully first.
Standing before him was a beautiful woman with an eyepatch covering both eyes.
Her age was impossible to determine, but her fair skin, lovely features, and excellent figure were beyond