Ahem...
Feng Qingyang stepped forward and cleared his throat twice, trying to catch Xiao Bai's attention.
And Xiao Bai?
She did turn her gaze toward him.
One glance.
As a Soul Beast with roughly 120,000 to 130,000 years of cultivation, Xiao Bai was equivalent to a level ninety-three or ninety-four human Titled Douluo. She could tell what level Feng Qingyang had reached.
A level sixty-five Soul Emperor.
For a fifteen-year-old boy, Feng Qingyang's cultivation made him a world-shaking prodigy rarely seen among ordinary people.
Xiao Bai narrowed her eyes as she looked at Feng Qingyang.
Her gray-blue slit pupils tightened, and her ear fins gave a faint twitch. Her gaze swept over him twice. Once she confirmed that he truly had only Soul Emperor-level cultivation, the corner of her mouth curled in disdain.
A Soul Emperor and some old geezer from who knew where dared come to Sea God Island and cause trouble on her turf?
She spoke with open hostility, her voice hard as ice, its final note lifting with undisguised contempt.
"What..."
And Feng Qingyang?
He drew a deep breath.
Then horror, shock, and disbelief flooded his face all at once.
His teal eyes flew wide, his pupils contracting sharply. His lips parted, his jaw trembled, and even his light-brown face contorted.
His high ponytail whipped through the wind. He staggered half a step back as though struck by an invisible force, his whole body swaying.
The performance was so polished he could probably win an Oscar for it.
Then he spoke in a voice trembling with utter "terror," its final note cracking at just the right moment.
"What?! What?! You're the legendary race under the protection of Sea God Tang San?!"
He flung up both hands and spread his fingers, as if grasping at something beyond reach—or