Ten. Minutes. Later.
Feng Qingyang floated high in the sky, his arm around Ling Luochen. Both wore the same blank expression.
Why did they look equally numb? Because—
They had followed the Demon Soul Great White Shark Clan all the way to the legendary Sea God Island.
But what they found was not the paradise of birdsong, flowers, and breathtaking scenery they had imagined. It was...
The deserted island Feng Qingyang and Ling Luochen had passed by and ignored more than once over the past two weeks.
Yes. That was right.
It was the barren island Feng Qingyang had found on his first trip out to sea—the godforsaken rock that had not so much as a blade of dead grass, let alone beautiful scenery!
The Demon Soul Great White Sharks streamed into the shallows around the island, weaving between jagged reefs. Every now and then, one or two leaped from the water, their silver-white backs flashing in the sunlight before they plunged back into the sea and sent up sprays of white foam.
They patrolled the reefs, played, and hunted with practiced ease, clearly treating the place as their own territory.
At that sight, Feng Qingyang was not the only one whose temper flared.
Even Ling Luochen, who was usually fairly good-natured, nearly exploded.
They had flown over the sea hundreds of times and gotten so dark they looked like dark-skinned people from the Sun Moon Empire. And now they were supposed to believe that the lousy deserted island they flew past every day was the Sea God Island they had been looking for?
No way, right?
That could not be right, could it?
No matter how she looked at it, it made no sense!
Ling Luochen's mouth twitched violently. Her tanned face flushed beneath the brim of her hat,