Whoosh—!!
Massive waves crashed against the reefs by the shore with thunderous booms as the four figures leaped down from the high wall, plummeting rapidly along the sheer cliff!
Just as the four were about to fall into the sea, Lin Qiye took a deep breath and spoke again:
"When the great roc rides the wind, it soars ninety thousand li into the sky!"
Buzz—!
A fierce gale suddenly rose.
The terrifying updraft halted the four rapidly falling figures, then forcibly lifted them up, sweeping their bodies toward the other side of the sea!
The waves were carved with long white streaks by the wind. They were like an arrow suspended in midair, whistling past!
Lin Qiye's blood-red clothes flapped violently in the wind. He looked back to see that the colossal thing standing on the island was gradually receding into the distance.
Ahead of them lay the vast, free sea.
Something suddenly caught Baili Pangpang's attention from the corner of his eye. He turned toward another cliff and saw a man in a white Fox Mask standing silently atop the precipice, watching them leave.
"Heh heh..."
Baili Pangpang grinned and arrogantly raised his middle finger at the man.
Atop the cliff.
Seeing Baili Pangpang's middle finger, Shen Qingzhu's mouth twitched beneath his mask. He suppressed the urge to drain away the air and send that fat bastard plunging into the sea, snorted, and turned his back.
After standing there for several seconds, he turned his head slightly and looked at the departing figures...
A look of yearning appeared in his eyes.
He shook his head, a bitter smile rising to his lips, and walked alone toward another stretch of sea.
Inside the Abstinence Hall.
Master Chen's carriage smashed through several buildings before stopping at the ruined main entrance.