The deep sea lay silent, while thunder roared in fury.
Two extremes intertwined, yet remained as distinct as the waters of the Jing and Wei.
Water Ghost adjusted the half golden beast mask on his face. Once he confirmed that it had not come loose and fallen off like his belt and trousers had, his expression gradually recovered from the loss of composure caused by his overly rambunctious antics with Xu Xiaoshou and turned solemn.
He waited for a long while. Only after there was no trace whatsoever of that absurd young man within the surrounding area did he flip his hand and take out a communication pearl.
He thought for a moment.
Xu Xiaoshou already had the Vanishing Art. With the Saint Emperor Dragon Scale interfering, perhaps even if he had not gone far—perhaps even if he were still within his own domain—
Water Ghost truly could not be certain whether Xu Xiaoshou had really left this place.
After pausing, Water Ghost shot upward, flew out of the deep sea, and landed once more atop Solitary Sound Cliff.
A Water Path Upanishad Array unfurled beneath his feet, instantly piercing through the Cloud Realm World's shielding power and connecting to the forces outside.
"Beep..."
The communication pearl rang.
It rang only once before the other side quickly answered. Then came the teasing voice of a mature woman. "What a rare guest, what a rare guest. Mr. Water Ghost, why have you suddenly contacted me? Did you miss me?"
"Feng Tang Meng Po?" Water Ghost replied coldly, without emotion.
"Rest assured, I'm not dead yet, and I haven't changed my contact method. It's really me." The woman's voice turned somewhat resentful. "Mr. Water Ghost, in the end, you still refuse to call me Little Meng. Hmph!"
"Your death is imminent." Water