Above the deep blue sea, so dark it was almost black.
Li Mo lay aboard a treasure ship wreathed in rosy light, his head resting on You Lian's soft, pale thighs as he enjoyed the fruit she occasionally offered him.
The golden sunlight falling across his face made You Lian feel a deep sense of reverence toward this familiar face.
Because it was You Feng's face.
She had watched Li Mo kill You Feng. Then he had put on a mask, and as it shifted, Li Mo had taken on You Feng's appearance.
Even his aura was exactly the same as before.
You Lian herself could not detect any difference at all.
At the thought, You Lian was appalled.
This lord was going to the Treasure Appraisal Convention to stir up trouble!
Thinking of this, she couldn't help feeling her heart begin to pound anxiously.
After all, at the time of the Treasure Appraisal Convention, there would be at least seventy-two island lords!
Every one of them was a quasi-sage-level being!
And who knew whether someone even more powerful might show up?
If they all appeared, and Li Mo's identity was exposed...
The only thing awaiting him would be death!
She couldn't understand how Li Mo dared to go.
As for that fellow Luohu, she could no longer see him.
She had no idea where he had gone.
Li Mo, meanwhile, was enjoying himself at his leisure.
If he had to fight the seventy-two island lords one-on-one, he definitely wouldn't stand a chance.
Even Luohu himself would probably struggle to get away unscathed.
But Li Mo wasn't planning to charge straight in and start reaping heads.
Use your head!
He still had to use his head.
After lying low for so many years, he had one thing in abundance, if