Flowing Wave Mountain.
"We're here."
Ye Xuan came to a halt and hovered in midair.
Below him, towering waves crashed against the black reefs, sending up sprays of white foam several yards high.
The oppressive feeling in the air was almost tangible, weighing heavily on their hearts.
Dark clouds blanketed the sky, as if they could reach up and tear down a piece of black cotton.
Deep within the clouds, purple lightning snakes occasionally poked out their savage heads. Thunder rumbled like an angry growl from the heavens.
Flowing Wave Mountain.
This godforsaken place really wasn't a good spot for a vacation.
Zhang Xiaofan gripped the Firewood Stick tightly, his face slightly pale.
He was still a child, after all. Even though he had practiced the Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao, he couldn't help but feel afraid in the face of such overwhelming power of nature.
"Senior Brother, this place feels really scary..."
Zhang Xiaofan swallowed, his voice torn apart by the sea wind.
"It's supposed to be scary."
Ye Xuan casually straightened his wind-tossed hem as he surveyed the enormous island.
"Most of the Demon Cult's fiends in the world have gathered here..."
"And so have all sorts of experts from our righteous sects. How could it not be scary?"
The moment Ye Xuan's feet touched the ground on Flowing Wave Mountain,
that familiar mechanical voice finally sounded in his mind.
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Ye Xuan's heart stirred, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
He'd gone to all this trouble to travel so far and endure that damned, salty sea breeze. Wasn't this little thrill exactly what he'd come for?
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He murmured silently.
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