Yan Bing looked bewildered. Everything around him was unfamiliar. It seemed to be a seaside, with blue skies, white clouds, and wave after wave rolling in. Fine, he had gone through life without sails or oars, relying entirely on waves. Only now did the word "waves" truly reveal its meaning.
"Boundless sea and sky!" Yan Bing recalled a phrase. What a beautiful setting. This was definitely not China, nor was it Los Angeles in the United States, which he knew well. As for where exactly it was, Yan Bing had no idea. The surroundings were simply too quiet.
This beach was rather bizarre. There were no tourists, no fishing boats, not even the sound of car horns from the distant inland. Everything was exceptionally quiet.
"No way, does wishing with the Sea-Calming Divine Pearl come with spatial teleportation too?" Yan Bing was completely confused. But this was great. He could not handle Qin Fen; that guy was a beast. Since he had successfully stolen the prize, the farther away he got, the better. Besides, he had planned to flee in the first place. China definitely would not let him off.
Now that he had arrived here, "Heaven is helping me!" Yan Bing laughed smugly. Not only had he escaped easily, he had also learned a skill. Right, the Seventy-Two Transformations!
As for whether those mercenaries lived or died, that had nothing to do with him. Human nature was selfish.
Yan Bing paid no attention to the blood on his hands. Instead, he suddenly grew nervous. He did not care about this unfamiliar shore or where he was. The important thing was whether he had actually learned it. Could he become like Sun Wukong, never aging and never dying?
No one could answer that question, because the only one who could