Bian Heng had arrived at just the right time. Under his gaze, Zhang Tie, who had been practicing punches on the seabed, suddenly threw a punch ten minutes later. The seawater from the seabed all the way to the surface was split apart in an instant, forming a gigantic, round-well-like space several miles in radius. Seawater surrounded that space on all sides, yet not a single drop of water remained within it. With that one punch, the enormous whirlpool on the surface instantly collapsed. Like a dazzling blazing sun, Zhang Tie rose from the seabed within the phantom of a gigantic shrimp and arrived above the sea.
Only then did Zhang Tie open his eyes.
The sun-like radiance vanished. Seawater poured back into that giant well-like space, and waves surged across the surface. The fish, shrimp, and other creatures that had been leaping above the sea earlier also returned beneath the water.
"Ah, Senior, why are you here? Didn't you say you wouldn't be back for at least a week?" The moment Zhang Tie opened his eyes, he saw Bian Heng not far away. The old man's tiny eyes were round as saucers, his mouth agape as if several steamed buns had been stuffed into it, staring at him in utter astonishment. Zhang Tie looked around at his surroundings as well, completely baffled. "Ah, why am I here? Wasn't I underwater just now?"
Bian Heng's old face instantly wrinkled like sun-dried orange peel. He cautiously flew over, examined Zhang Tie from head to toe, and asked in a strange tone, "You're asking me why I'm here? I was about to ask you—why are you here?"
"After Senior left yesterday, I came into the sea to disperse the heat within my body. Then I came here..."
"And then?"
"Then I noticed