Intent to Leave

As Xiang Yang's thoughts churned, clear, light footsteps suddenly sounded behind him, treading over the sea sand with a soft rustle, rustle. When he turned around, he saw a graceful young girl of sixteen.

Her skin was not snow-white, but a healthy wheat color. Her long hair was braided into two flower-like plaits that fell over her shoulders, and her delicate brows curved gently. She was not a rare, breathtaking beauty, yet she was still youthful and lovely.

She was the family member of the father and son Xiang Yang had met when he first emerged from his cocoon that day—the father's daughter, the son's elder sister, Ding Xiang. Even in coarse linen clothes, she could not hide her charm. Unfortunately, she was mute.

Ding Xiang carried a wooden food box in her hand. Seeing Xiang Yang turn back, she wore a faint smile, gratitude shining in her bright eyes. She bent down, set the box on the ground, pointed at it while making soft, wordless sounds, then ran away shyly.

At this time every day, she tirelessly walked several li from home to bring food to the shore. It was all to thank Xiang Yang for teaching her younger brother martial arts, filling their home—once as lifeless as stagnant water—with hope.

For the past several days, Xiang Yang had stood by the sea almost every day, closely merging the boundless momentum of the East Sea with Seven Limits: Sea Breaker. Divine intent brewed within his blade, and its power rose as though there were no end to it.

He had also weathered several twists and turns, crossing the sea and riding the waves to places ravaged by storms, where he comprehended the force of the wind and studied the Storm technique.

Accordingly, he had become rather casual about daily