In the blink of an eye, four years had passed.
Taihua Sect, Whisperwind Island.
Above the rippling blue sea, four treasure ships hovered quietly.
By the rail of one ship, a man in black robes leaned against it and gazed into the distance, looking distracted.
A middle-aged man dressed in golden-black robes approached and said with a smile, "Junior Brother Li, why do you look like that? The weather is perfect for today's sea hunt. Isn't it beautiful enough?"
Seeing that he received no response, he lowered his voice, teasingly adding, "What did you think of that clam beauty just now? I heard she is a disciple of the Purple Sea Immortal Sect. She has long since shed her demonic form and is no different from an ordinary woman. It would be one thing if she were merely breathtakingly beautiful, but the best part is—hehe, smooth and tender, with a flavor all her own."
The man called "Junior Brother Li" hurriedly waved his hands. "Senior Brother Jiao, don't mention it. That fox girl and snake demon you sent over last time nearly wore me out. The two of them joined forces, and this junior brother simply couldn't withstand them."
The golden-robed disciple laughed. "Then why is Junior Brother Li still so downcast?"
The man looked at the rolling sea in the distance and sighed softly. "It has been four years—Senior Brother Jiao, do you know how I have lived through these four years?"
"I am lost."
"This—"
Jiao Du cast a resentful glance at the "Junior Brother Li" before him and sighed inwardly. This junior brother truly did not know his blessings while standing in the midst of them.
Lost—if such a life counted as being lost, then how could Jiao Du not wish to be "lost" like this just