Black Dragon Island, atop the Black Dragon Tower.
Mo Yuan remained seated cross-legged, his childlike face as still as an ancient well.
At that moment, Zhang Longhu hurried onto the viewing platform, his expression graver than ever before.
"Master."
He spoke in a deep voice, with a trace of barely perceptible shock. "The men sent to investigate have returned. Judging from the residual aura and traces at the scene... Bai Cang, Mao Chengyue, Liu Jin, as well as He Jie and Tu Wanjun of the Demonic Sect—all five of them... have fallen! Luo Zhixian's ship is currently heading toward the Flying Swallow Islands."
By the end, Zhang Longhu had unconsciously lowered his voice.
Luo Zhixian was heading for Swallow's Nest's lair—this was absolutely enough to shake the entire Tianxing Seventy-two Islands!
The news seemed to have grown wings. Large and small forces throughout the Tianxing Seventy-two Islands, whether friendly with Swallow's Nest, hostile toward it, or neutral observers, had all heard something of it.
For a time, countless gazes turned toward the Flying Swallow Islands. Wind and cloud gathered from every side; all were watching, filled with curiosity and tension.
One side was a local powerhouse, deeply rooted and towering like a great tree; the other was a fierce dragon crossing the river, a Grandmaster decisive in slaughter. What kind of storm would this collision unleash?
"Swallow's Nest..." Mo Yuan murmured.
"Master, what do you think Luo Zhixian is going to Swallow's Nest for?"
Zhang Longhu could not help asking, his heart full of confusion. "They have only just gone through a great battle. Though they won a sweeping victory, they should know when to stop and swiftly return to their sect's sphere of influence. Charging straight into the Flying Swallow Islands—isn't that walking into danger?"
"You do not know