In the spring breeze, Huiguo gazed at the vast lake before him. It was like a landscape painting, and he immediately felt his spirits lift.
Only when Feng Linglong told him that Wang Xian, who had fallen from the ship into the sea, had survived—and was a prince of the Jinling Imperial City—did he realize it.
Back then, he had met a divine being at sea.
After all, he had never heard of anyone surviving a fall into the boundless ocean under such circumstances. It was nothing short of a miracle.
That day, he had gone down from the ship with Feng Linglong.
"Don't worry. That kid won't die."
"Even if every cultivator under heaven died, he wouldn't. Besides, I happen to want to see the Jinling Imperial City and find out whether that freak really dares to face a hundred thousand soldiers head-on."
At the time, Huiguo hadn't understood what she meant. Feng Linglong had spoken as casually as if it were nothing, but her words had left him trembling with fear.
What did those words imply? Feng Linglong made it sound easy, but she had no idea how much Wang Xian truly meant to Huiguo.
There was no way he could tell the woman before him that, after Wang Xian's explanations, he felt as though he had truly glimpsed the path of life and death.
She had no idea how powerful Wang Xian really was.
If he had known aboard the ship that Feng Linglong intended to go after Wang Xian, he would have warned the young man never to leave his cabin.
He truly couldn't understand why Feng Linglong hated Wang Xian so much.
In Huiguo's eyes, Wang Xian was a genuinely good person.
It wasn't until he reached the Jinling Imperial City that he heard a