I Knew Pariston Was a Trap

Bai Zhu felt as if he had transmigrated again. Black mist filled his vision... Then he abruptly opened his eyes.

The first thing he did was feel for his sword.

Only when his fingers touched Ryujin Jakka's hilt did he let out the breath he had been holding in his chest.

The second thing he did was look for people.

He propped himself up on the sand and looked around.

No warship.

No Morel.

No Milluki.

No Gela Jiang.

Only the tide slowly rolled up to his feet before receding again, leaving behind a ring of wet sand.

Bai Zhu sat on the beach, completely still for several seconds.

"Hello?"

No one answered.

He raised his voice.

"Morel?"

Still no one.

"Young Master?"

The shore was empty.

Bai Zhu was fully awake now.

He lowered his head and felt around his body.

"Thank goodness Little Brother is still here!"

Bai Zhu moved his arms, then stood up and hopped twice.

Something was wrong.

The hollowed-out feeling after unleashing his ultimate move was gone.

He pulled up his status panel.

His Reiatsu was normal.

His stamina was nearly full as well.

There were no obvious wounds on his body. Even the lingering soreness in his muscles from the high-temperature backlash had vanished.

He looked up at the sea, his expression gradually darkening.

"How long was I asleep?"

No one answered him.

That was the problem.

When he had fallen back onto the warship, he had nearly collapsed from exhaustion. Even after waking up, he should have felt miserable for a while.

Now he was fully recovered.

That meant he had been unconscious for quite a long time.

The longer he had slept, the longer he had been separated from Morel and the others.

If that guy Milluki had ended up alone...