Bzzzz—!
An armed helicopter descended slowly beside the coastline, whipping up fierce winds.
Ye Fan, draped in a dark crimson cloak with a straight sword at his waist, stepped down from the aircraft.
His gaze swept across the distant horizon. Beneath the sunlight, waves surged across the sea, spraying vast swaths of white foam. Though the waters were somewhat rough, things were generally calm.
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes at the far end of the horizon, seemingly lost in thought.
A moment later, an illusory carriage passed through the city behind him and slowly came to a stop at his side. The scholarly attendant driving it respectfully bowed to Ye Fan.
"Hello, Commander Ye."
"Mm."
Ye Fan turned toward the carriage and saw Master Chen stepping out of its cabin. Holding a teacup in his left hand, he patted the gray-white robe on his body with his right and sighed.
"What major event is about to happen again?"
"Yeah."
Ye Fan smiled helplessly.
Just as he was about to say something, his phone suddenly rang.
Ye Fan answered the call.
"Hello? Zuo Qing? What is it?"
"..."
"What?" Ye Fan froze. "They rode clouds into the mist to save Zhou Ping? Where did they get a way to travel through the mist?"
"..."
"Shao Pingge?"
Ye Fan frowned slightly. "Why did he get involved too?"
"..."
"Alright, I understand... Keep a close eye on the northern mist. Tell me as soon as they return."
Ye Fan hung up, his expression somewhat gloomy as he let out a long sigh.
"What? Something happened again?" Master Chen raised a brow.
"Those brats led by Lin Qiye really aren't afraid of dying." Ye Fan began cursing. "At such a critical moment, a mere reserve squad actually dared to charge into the mist. Do