"Master Shou?"
Everything was ready; all that was lacking was the east wind.
Feng Xiaose, whom Frost Lord had fished up, and Zhu Yike had already awakened. Each was taking medicinal pills and beginning to recover their bodies from the injuries sustained in the great explosion.
Everyone knew that a Half-Saint had descended upon this place. Everyone was waiting for Master Shou to teleport them again and relocate them to a safe zone.
But at the critical moment, Master Shou stood there holding a bronze cauldron, his movements frozen—he had dropped the ball!
"Xu Xiaoshou?"
"Brother Chen!"
Frost Lord called out several more times, only to find that Xu Xiaoshou remained utterly unresponsive, unable to hear a thing.
He panicked.
They could not delay any longer! If they delayed any further, once that Half-Saint arrived, at least half the people here would be injured or killed!
Frost Lord utterly disdained Spirit Refiners below the Half-Saint level.
But once the opponent was a Half-Saint, he became twelve times as vigilant. Within Void Island's Inner Island, he was the lesser one—anyone could come over and give him a squeeze.
That sense of tension when facing Half-Saints had followed him out from the Inner Island.
Even if Frost Lord could put on an outward appearance of calm indifference, he could not erase it from the depths of his heart.
Crack!
As everyone stood dazed, a spatial passage tore open in the void.
At that instant, everyone's hearts contracted sharply, their gazes hardening.
Frost Lord even wore the resolute expression of one prepared to die, Ghost Beast power erupting fiercely from his body.
A frail figure emerged slowly, fishing rod in hand.
"Xu Xiaoshou?"
"Master Shou?"
"Huh?"
This was clearly Xu Xiaoshou's appearance! From the outside to the inside, aside from his somewhat different