"Little brother, I can't take the boat any farther. The Thunderstorm would split the whole thing apart."
Chen Fan looked up. Ahead lay a vast stretch of darkness, with lightning flickering within it. It looked almost like the end of the world.
"All right."
Chen Fan knew the old boatman was right. He nodded, then leaped from the boat and flew low over the water toward the distant Thunderstorm.
"What the hell?"
The old boatman's eyes nearly popped out of his head.
In Teyvat, plenty of people could leap into the air. But he had never heard of anyone moving like Chen Fan, as though he were running across the waves.
"Even someone with an Anemo Vision couldn't do that, could they?"
The old boatman wondered to himself.
There weren't many people with Anemo Visions in Liyue Harbor. He could count them on one hand.
Besides,
Xianyun and Xiao were rarely seen.
So—
"Could he be one of the legendary Adepti?"
Chen Fan had no idea what the old boatman was thinking.
As he drew closer to the Thunderstorm, its terrifying pressure bore down on him.
If facing Rex Lapis had felt like standing before an insurmountable mountain, what filled his senses now was lightning he could not bear to look at.
That was no metaphor. It was exactly what he faced.
The Thunderstorm over the sea seemed to sense Chen Fan's intrusion. Its clouds began gathering around him, as if to bar his way.
Blinding flashes lit up again and again. With countless bolts blazing at once, it was like being surrounded by flashbangs on every side.
"Good thing this only blinds my eyes, not my spiritual senses. Otherwise, it really would've fried my titanium-alloy eyeballs!"
Chen Fan had expected the glare. As soon as the storm clouds gathered,