In the blink of an eye, several months passed.
By a harbor on the Eastern Continent of Superior Divinity, bordering the East Sea, a Human Race man in a green robe stood shoulder to shoulder with a Tiger-Head Monster. Before them, a group of men and women knelt in worship.
They all wore coarse linen clothes. Their faces and hands were sunburned red, their skin covered in cracks carved by years of sea winds. At a glance, they were clearly fishermen who made their living by going out to sea.
Just moments ago, Shen Luo had killed a fiend that emerged from the sea to attack the harbor. The fishermen had surrounded them so tightly that not even water could pass through, kneeling endlessly as though before their saviors.
At their head was a middle-aged man whose face was still streaked with blood. When the fiend came ashore and attacked, he had been the first to charge forward with an oar in hand. Fortunately, Shen Luo and Fu Donglai had happened to arrive, or he would already have been buried in the monster's belly.
"Immortal Masters, please show mercy. Could you see this good deed through to the end and help us find a way to survive?" The middle-aged man's eyes reddened as he practically pleaded.
"Tell us what happened first," Fu Donglai said.
The middle-aged man glanced at Fu Donglai, fear flickering in his eyes, but he still forced himself to speak.
"Immortal Master, our East Sea Fishing Harbor had always been peaceful. But starting last month, fiends began frequently emerging from the seabed to attack the harbor and fishing villages. Never mind the livestock—many people have already lost their lives."
"If fiends appeared, why didn't you report it to the authorities?" Fu Donglai asked with a frown.
"Aolai