Li Ziran leaned quietly against the back of his chair. Half of the table before him held the dinner Zhu Ya had prepared.
It was especially quiet here now, yet his heart could not settle.
Zhu Ya had left in anger, and extracting the Devouring Serpent's stomach had failed again. Everything seemed to have come full circle, returning to square one.
The main problem was that he did not even know how it had failed. Although he knew he could start over, he had already squandered the most precious thing.
Time.
The vibrations across the sea surface grew increasingly violent. Clearly, the Devouring Serpent's gestation had reached its final stage.
He did not know when the Devouring Serpent that had stirred up the gigantic whirlpool in the Razorblade Sea would leave, but it would not be long.
He needed to find a more capable guide.
Jones. Though unreliable, Jones's exceptional abilities could make up for lost time.
Of course, Li Ziran could turn back to the Red Soil Continent right now, but he was even less willing to fail.
Failure became a habit. If he gave up this time, then perhaps the next time he encountered difficulties, he would consider giving up only natural.
Such details were the key to survival, and they could often help one stay alive.
He did not feel that he was particularly successful, but he could demand strictness from himself and push his abilities to their utmost wherever possible. Whether in surgery or other fields, he was still far from his limit. There was still room for him to fight.
The currents in the Deep Sea flowed slowly. If he had never entered the Razorblade Sea, he would certainly have thought this was the ocean's most dangerous region. Yet now, he found it safer than