Bo Saixi stood on the sea, her demigod divine sense probing where the wind met the water and the window in which the trade winds would stabilize again. She sought to confirm whether those clues would resurface at a particular tide or shift in wind direction, or simply fade like ripples.
The sea breeze blew steadily around them, pushing the small ripples farther across the water without leaving any suspicious trace.
They did not linger in those waters. Once they had gathered every available clue, they retraced their route to Sea God Island. Only a few slender wakes remained on the surface, and the wind and tides soon erased those as well, as though their voyage had left nothing for anyone else to follow.
Meanwhile, on the northern grasslands of the Heaven Dou Empire, Tang San crouched beside a stream, washing the throwing knife in his hand.
His movements suddenly paused. He sensed, in some inexplicable way, that an opportunity of great importance to him had vanished. A hollow sense of loss washed over him, and he did not even notice his throwing knife dropping into the water. Fortunately, its unusual design kept it resting motionless on the streambed.
He looked up toward the southwest. Across thousands of miles, he naturally discovered nothing; all he could see was an endless stretch of grassland. He could only shake his head and put those thoughts out of his mind.
Tang San lowered his gaze to the water again and released a strand of true qi, retrieving the throwing knife from the bottom. He rinsed its blade once more in the current, wiped it dry, and put it back into Twenty-Four Bridges Moonlight Night.
He withdrew his gaze and continued along the stream. Following Uncle Yang's information, he intended to find a special