They were a pair of jade-white hands. They crossed the vast void, carrying howling waves and a sky-spanning storm.
Yet when they reached Tang San, the waves calmed and the wind ceased. Only one jade-white hand tore through space and clutched Tang San by the throat.
Then, a figure clad in a red cloak emerged from the void. It was Bo Saixi, the High Priest of Seagod Island.
No matter how resourceful Tang San was, no matter how deeply he schemed and calculated every possibility, he still fell before the vast gulf in their strength.
Tang San's eyes held unwillingness, resentment, and icy killing intent—an array of tangled emotions as he stared at Bo Saixi.
Unexpectedly, Bo Saixi's eyes were unusually calm. There was neither joy nor anger in them.
She was so calm that Tang San began to wonder whether the killing intent he had sensed had merely been an illusion.
Her hand gripped Tang San's throat. With the slightest squeeze, his throat would shatter, and Tang San would die.
Yet her hand remained there, never moving.
She was only one step away from taking Tang San's life, but she never took that final step.
Time quietly passed. At last, she turned her head to look into the distance.
There, an incense stick had already burned out.
Time was up.
She released him, and Tang San fell. He hurriedly controlled his Soul Power and suspended himself above the sea.
Bo Saixi's calm voice followed.
"Tang San, I truly am jealous of you. I have served Lord Seagod on Seagod Island for many years, yet in the end, the one chosen by the Sea God was not me."
"So yes, I am jealous of you—jealous of your luck. I also cannot understand why Lord Seagod chose an outsider like you."