Seven days later, high above a stretch of ocean, a red giant sword five or six zhang long streaked through the sky.
Daoist Lihuo sat at the front of the sword, while Shi Yue and Bai Yuling sat in the middle and at the back.
Shi Yue looked down. The seawater was black, and the ocean stretched beyond sight.
"Fellow Daoist Lihuo, you've been leading us in circles for seven days. Are you still not satisfied? You're being far too cautious! How long are you going to keep circling?" Bai Yuling frowned, looking rather displeased.
Shi Yue said nothing, but he also felt Daoist Lihuo was being too cautious.
He had thought Daoist Lihuo would take them straight to where the Thunder Clams appeared. Who would have guessed that he would keep leading them around in circles, stopping and starting, and saying each time that they were almost there?
Every two days of flying, Daoist Lihuo would find an island and rest for half a day. He claimed it was to recover his magical power, but in truth, he was checking to see whether anyone was following them.
"This stinking Daoist may call it caution, but put bluntly, he's a coward. He's a Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivator, yet he's this careful about killing an eighth-level Thunder Clam. That stinking Daoist will probably never get beyond the Nascent Soul Realm in his life. He has no guts at all," Xiaoyaozi complained.
"Everyone has their own way of surviving. To be honest, I was worried Daoist Lihuo and Bai Yuling might be conspiring against us. But after Daoist Lihuo led us around for seven days, I feel more at ease. I understand now how he managed to cultivate to the Nascent Soul Middle Stage as a Rogue Cultivator: he relies on