Water Mirror Sea.
After Qin Yao, Fang Yuanshu, and the others parted ways with Lin Bai, they secretly left the seabed. Once they had put some distance between themselves and the Nine Demon Sea, they surfaced, took out a spirit boat, and headed toward the sect.
"I wonder how Brother Lin is doing."
Fang Yuanshu stood on the deck, gazing toward the Nine Demon Sea and murmuring softly.
Qin Yao and the others knew that Lin Bai had parted ways with them because he had gone after the Divine Spirit Tears.
But with Prince Yan and the two Quasi-Dragon Sons there, they were also worried about Lin Bai's safety.
Elder Liang said with a smile, "That brat had just arrived at Tianshui Sect when he defeated Pan Hun. His confidence immediately went through the roof. He's like a newborn calf that fears no tiger—does he really think those two Quasi-Dragon Sons and Prince Yan are as easy to deal with as Pan Hun?"
Grandma Liu gave an awkward smile. "That makes sense. If he goes there, he'll certainly suffer a great loss."
"Do both of you think Junior Brother Lin's trip to the Nine Demon Sea will be a narrow escape?" Qin Yao said with a radiant smile. "But I don't think so."
Everyone turned to look at Qin Yao in unison, their eyes filled with confusion. "Could it be that you think Lin Bai can take the Divine Spirit Tears from the hands of the two Quasi-Dragon Sons and Prince Yan?"
Qin Yao shook her head. "Lin Bai is very strange. His cultivation clearly doesn't look high—he's only at the Ninth-Rank Dao God Realm—but he was able to defeat Pan Hun. No one else could pull out the Soaring Sky Sword, yet he drew it with ease."
"This person