On the beach of Sea God Island,
Wave after wave rolled in, curling into white foam.
At that moment,
Seven graceful young women sat in small groups on the soft sand, taking a break.
Xiao Wu and the others were the most eye-catching sight on that stretch of coast.
Xiao Wu had long since decided her shoes were a nuisance and sat at the front, barefoot.
Her long, pale legs swayed in the water, her toes playfully slapping the sea and kicking up sprays of glittering droplets.
"What do you think Lin Qing is doing right now?"
Xiao Wu leaned back on her hands and gazed at the cloudless blue sky, tossing out the question without warning.
"Could he be fighting some powerful Soul Beast again?"
"Or has he gone off to the middle of nowhere to tear something apart?"
Dressed in a pale green gown, Ning Rongrong pulled several delicate crystal cups from her Soul Tool.
As she poured chilled fruit juice into them, she handed cups to Ye Lingling and Zhu Zhuqing beside her.
"He's definitely fighting. He might even be raiding some powerful Soul Beast's lair."
Ning Rongrong pursed her lips, though she couldn't hide the smile in her voice.
"You know what he's like. He's a magpie when it comes to treasure, and he can't sit still wherever he goes."
"He'd pluck a couple of hairs off a passing dog. If those Soul Beasts could talk, they'd probably be lining up to file complaints right now."
That set the girls around her laughing.
Meng Yiran casually brushed back her long hair, still damp from her bath.
Water droplets slid down her fair neck, lending her a beauty that was both wild and alluring.
"We've grown so much. I wonder how much stronger he's become this past