Above the sea.
A white-haired woman in a white dress stood upon the azure sea.
Her embroidered shoes touched the water, sending ripples spreading in circles.
The deep sea had once stretched as far as the eye could see, yet now it reflected the woman's figure.
For hundreds of miles around her, ordinary fish and ferocious deep-sea beasts alike trembled and shook.
It was as if all she had to do was lift one little foot in its cloud-patterned embroidered shoe and lightly stamp the surface, and their souls would scatter.
A mile away from the woman in white,
a female Daoist in a robe was walking toward the white-haired woman, one step at a time.
The female Daoist Priest's disciple followed beside her, watching the white-haired woman on the sea with lingering fear. Cold sweat beaded on her forehead.
That silent Dragon Might pressed down like a great mountain, almost suffocating Li Sisi.
When Fuchen was less than ten meters from the white-haired woman, Li Sisi gently tugged on her master's sleeve and looked at her fearfully.
Fuchen gently patted her disciple's hand and continued forward.
At last, Li Sisi mustered her courage and followed her master.
Fuchen stopped beside the white-haired woman and looked at her profile.
The white-haired woman kept her head lowered. Her eyes were a brilliant gold, yet somehow seemed pitch-black.
She clutched something unknown in her hand, pressed it to her heart, and remained perfectly still, like a sculpture upon the sea.
"He's gone."
After a long while, the white-haired woman spoke. Her voice was hoarse; who knew how long she had been crying?
"I know," Fuchen said with a nod. "I'm sorry, but I couldn't intervene."
"I know. The Tian Xuan Sect behind you seeks no quarrels with the world. As an elder