After clearing all the foreign energy and coordinates from his body, Liu Zhi was once again carried ashore by the waves.
This time, the skinny old man was still standing by the sea. He said happily, "Young man, you're not bad. You've helped me win twice in a row."
Liu Zhi shrugged. He still had no idea what was going on.
Just then, a young man came running over from nearby. He clapped Liu Zhi on the shoulder and said, "You don't know? The old weirdo has the worst reputation around here. Every time, he bets that the sea will carry newcomers ashore, but none of us believe it.
"If you can swim, why would you want the sea to carry you? It's a pretty miserable experience.
"So the old weirdo loses every time, then refuses to pay up. But you helped him win twice, so now he's making us pay. Do you think that's fair?"
Hearing the young man's words, Liu Zhi was about to answer, but a moment later, he closed his mouth.
After taking three deep breaths, Liu Zhi finally spoke.
"You people seem pretty powerful."
The young man burst out laughing. "You're not bad yourself. Not everyone can resist my Word-Spirit Art. Looks like you're already a quasi-divine being."
Quasi-divine being?
Liu Zhi's heart tightened. Could it be that mythic-level beings didn't count for much on this plane?
There were at least eighty or a hundred people here. Could they all have surpassed mythic level and reached the strength of divine beings above level 20?
Liu Zhi couldn't help looking at the people playing on the beach. They didn't seem to have any aura at all, and didn't look like powerful beings.
Besides, there were far too many people here. There had to be at least