Zhang Longhu and Chen Youning passed through the heavily guarded corridors and climbed the stairs until they reached the top floor of the Black Dragon Tower.
The top floor was not an enclosed chamber, but an observation platform open on all sides. The sea wind howled, tearing the clouds and mist into wisps.
From here, one could gaze into the distance and take in the boundless azure sea and the islands scattered across it like stars. It made one's heart and mind open wide.
At the center of the platform, a figure sat cross-legged with his back to them, facing the vast ocean.
The figure was exceptionally small, clad in well-fitted black robes. From behind, he looked no different from a child of seven or eight.
Zhang Longhu and Chen Youning stopped several steps behind him and bowed respectfully.
"Master."
Hearing this, the small figure slowly turned around.
His face was as youthful as a child's, his skin smooth, yet his eyes were deep as an abyss.
This man was none other than Mo Yuan, Island Master of Black Dragon Island, whose might shook the Seventy-Two Islands of Heavenly Star and made even the Cloudwater Supreme Sect wary.
"Have they been brought back?"
Mo Yuan's voice was calm, utterly at odds with his childish appearance.
"Yes. They have been arranged to rest in the guest quarters," Zhang Longhu replied gravely.
Mo Yuan nodded faintly. His gaze swept past Zhang Longhu, paused briefly on Chen Youning, then returned. "Oh? How was he?"
He was asking for Zhang Longhu's impression of Chen Qing.
"This Chen Qing does have some skill."
Zhang Longhu reported truthfully, "He was clearly at Gang Strength Late-stage, yet he took two of Bai Cang's moves head-on without suffering grave injuries."
No expression showed on Mo Yuan's childlike face,