On the deck of the Flying Cloud, the sea breeze tasted faintly of salt and carried a trace of blood.
Ye Qinghan and Lin Xuanyuan exchanged a glance. They both saw fear and relief in each other's eyes.
Without hesitation, they stepped forward together, clasped their fists, and bowed to Shen Xuan.
"May I ask which Daoist brother stands before us?"
Shen Xuan smiled. "Shen Xuan of the Qingyun Sect in Song State. My Daoist title is Xuanbing."
At a time like this, there was no need to conceal his identity.
Among the surrounding states, the number of Golden Core True Persons who cultivated ice techniques could be counted on one hand.
A comparison with the Ice Soul Divine Sword and Purple Gold True Water Seal he had just used would be enough to confirm who he was.
"So you're True Person Xuanbing!"
At his words, the two exclaimed in unison, their faces showing that they finally understood.
After the war between the Yan and Song sects, True Person Xuanbing's fame had spread throughout the neighboring states.
His Ice Law Spiritual Power was unfathomably profound, and his name roared across the four directions.
Ye Qinghan's face filled with indignation. She declared righteously, "Situ Zhong of Fierce Tiger Island and his two companions were treacherous and ambitious. They dared to ambush Daoist Xuanbing. They deserved to die!"
"This unworthy one, Ye, will go capture every last remnant aboard the Fierce Tiger. I'll bring them here to await your judgment!"
"Thank you for the trouble, Daoist Ye."
Shen Xuan nodded slightly, his tone calm.
Ye Qinghan transformed into a streak of sword light and shot toward the Fierce Tiger, anchored not far away.
The move was meant to distance her from the affair, but it was also a deliberate offer of allegiance.