Winged Fish.
One of the specialties of the Grand Void Rift, it was innately attuned to the Law of Water. Even Spirit Transformation cultivators had to give the adult specimens a wide berth when it came to water manipulation.
Three people stood atop this Winged Fish's back.
The first was a tall, erect man.
Broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, he wore a set of black fitted attire.
His features were deeply sculpted, and his brows carried an imposing authority even without anger.
His long hair was casually tied behind his head, with a few strands falling over his forehead.
Those brows and eyes, that profile.
He was the spitting image of Xu Changqing in his youth.
One glance was enough to tell that he was Xu Ping'an.
Only, his gaze was colder.
It was the coldness that could only come after witnessing too much life and death, after treading over too many corpses.
It was clear that he had fought countless battles in the Grand Void Rift over the years.
Beside Xu Ping'an stood a slender, fair-skinned woman.
What drew the eye was the closed third eye on her forehead.
Li, a genius of the Three-Eyed Clan.
Standing between them was a teenage boy.
The boy was handsome, his features combining the best of both his parents.
A vertical pupil also rested on his forehead. It was his third eye.
At this moment, that eye was open.
There was no pupil within its deep-blue iris, only countless fine runes flowing through it.
The arrangement of those runes resembled a miniature formation that operated without cease.
Anyone who saw it would know that it was anything but ordinary.
The Winged Fish descended into the open space before the bamboo courtyard, its silver scales scattering a stream of light across the ground.
Xu Ping'an