That voice was quite pleasant to hear.
Xiao Han smiled faintly. He knew exactly who the other party was. Completely ignoring her warning, he called out, "Come on. Follow me onto the island."
"Mm."
Xiao Wu, Gu Yuena, and Little Whale Whale followed Xiao Han's footsteps and set foot on this rarely visited island.
Whoosh
Eight figures shot into the sky ahead, intercepting Xiao Han and the others.
Xiao Han sized up the person at the front. She was actually a woman.
She appeared to be about the same height as Xiao Wu. Her entire body was enveloped in a crimson robe, and her sea-blue hair cascaded behind her. Though it was not as long as Xiao Wu's, once loosened, it nearly reached the ground. Her gentle features made her appear no older than thirty. Her beauty stemmed more from her bearing—noble, elegant, and warmly serene. In her right hand, she held a three-meter-long staff. The staff was golden, like the gold that had appeared in the sky earlier, and its entire surface was carved with demonic patterns. Its head bore a diamond-shaped protrusion like a spearhead, with a diamond-shaped golden gemstone embedded five inches beneath the tip.
If one looked only at her appearance, she was undoubtedly a rare beauty. Yet her bearing was something no one else could match. Even Bi Bidong, the Pope Xiao Han had once met, paled in comparison to her in that regard.
Most astonishing of all were her eyes. Her clear blue eyes were deeper than the sea, while the benevolent vicissitudes within them seemed to have weathered ancient ages. How could the eyes of a thirty-year-old woman possess such depth?
Xiao Han knew that she was the High Priestess of Sea God Island, Sea God Douluo Bo Saixi.
"Stop."
Bo Saixi's gaze