The Five Immortals

Fan Qingqing made an inviting gesture in the air.

Jiang Wang clasped his hands toward Old Zhao and the others. "Everyone, until we meet again."

All the roughness had left Old Zhao. He clasped his hands back with surprising propriety, gentle and polite to a fault.

Only then did Jiang Wang step into the sky and fly away with several cultivators from the Five Immortals Sect.

Watching the young cultivator disappear into the distance, everyone aboard the dragon-bone boat bent forward and bowed deeply. No one knew who had started it, but they all did the same.

A song from the Near-Sea Archipelago went:

"They say it's good to transcend the mortal world, but every step upward takes its toll; life and death dance at your fingertips.

Battle the Raging Sea, fight savage beasts, exhaust your wits and courage, and contend for the giant turtle's crown.

They say it's good to transcend the mortal world, but there's no peace in a lifetime; you'll never see the seas calm and the skies clear!"

In truth, if transcendent cultivators really wanted peace, how could they not find it? They only had to abandon their responsibilities. Wherever they hid, they could still live in luxury.

Take the mining district in Green Sheep Town back then. Old Ge Heng had only cared for his own pleasure, Zhang Hai had devoted himself to alchemy, and Xiang Qian had just drifted through life in a daze.

With transcendent cultivators standing against the Sea Race, the Near-Sea Archipelago did have cultivators like Li Daorong, who in truth didn't care about the lives of commoners, and there were quite a few of them. But at least in the prevailing public opinion, transcendent cultivators still accepted their responsibility to protect ordinary people.

Li Daorong and the others had merely