Towering trees brushed the sky, while curtains of creeping vines hung in layered cascades, veiling the waterfalls like white silk draped over the sheer cliffs.
Below the cliffs, the waters gathered into a vast, boundless lake. It lay calm and still, reflecting a towering figure that sat half-reclined on the ground, already level with the surrounding peaks.
The immense lake, its waters veiled in mist, seemed no more than a puddle accidentally gathered along a road after rain when set against him.
The Long Bo War King sat with his back against a lone, towering peak lush with vegetation, one knee bent. The wound where his arm had been severed was already sealed beneath layer upon layer of ice.
A burly, athletic figure stood in midair, suspended above his head.
At first glance, this figure looked no different from a member of the Human Race. He wore a robe of merfolk silk, its cuffs and lapels adorned with flawless pearls. His skin was fair and translucent, like immaculate jade; his features were so handsome they seemed almost unbelievable, and every glance brimmed with irresistible charm. But on closer inspection, one could see gills behind his ears. A misty vapor, like drifting clouds, swirled around him, as if constantly nourishing the world around him.
His eyes were pure icy blue, with no distinction between iris and sclera. They were like ten-thousand-year-old black ice, frigid and utterly devoid of emotion.
He was a Merfolk!
No!
A Merfolk ancient immortal!
The Merfolk ancient immortal looked down at the Long Bo War King and spoke coldly. "Now that your injuries have healed, leave at once."
"This is no place for a weakling like you to linger!"
The Long Bo War King's aura had gradually settled by now. He turned his head toward the distant