The next morning.
Fang Yi was awakened by a phone call.
"Hello?" He opened his eyes and saw Su Qingying's anxious, grief-stricken expression.
"Brother Fang, were you sleeping? Sorry to disturb you. I'll call back later after you wake up..."
"What happened?"
Noticing that something was wrong with Su Qingying's expression, Fang Yi immediately sobered up. Cultivators did not need much sleep to begin with; his early-to-bed, early-to-rise routine was purely out of habit.
"Something happened. The three-person team formed by Rain Lord and the others was attacked along the Broccoli River. One of the Lords was gravely wounded and on the verge of death. This is the video they sent."
A video came through. Fang Yi opened it, and his brows furrowed slightly at once.
The churning river surged high like towering waves, accompanied by the roar of the sea god. Within the water, three tiny black dots moved rapidly. Against the backdrop of those waves, they resembled a lone boat lost at sea, tossed about by wind and rain.
As the three dots drew closer, they were revealed to be three Eastern faces—the three Lords who had been assigned to a group and sent out on a mission!
Their faces were pale, their expressions panicked, and their clothes were soaked through with blood. They appeared to be fleeing from something. At this point, all three were still intact; there was no sign yet of anyone being at death's door.
But when the wave crashed toward them, their expressions visibly stiffened.
They stared in astonishment at a figure that had appeared before them. Confusion came first, then shock, and finally a deathly silence...
"First Sequence?!"
"How can a First Sequence Lord be here?"
"Notify the Spirit Association! Ask Lord Undertaker to—" Before the last word could leave his mouth,