The Canglang Waters surged in towering waves, rolling eastward into the sea.
Elder Qin rode a gray crane, cleaving through the billowing white clouds overhead as he slowly descended toward a mountain peak.
Ancient pines stood lush and green, while strange cliffs rose jagged and craggy.
Several people already stood atop the cliff, gazing out over the vast sea as far as the eye could reach, seemingly admiring the scenery.
Had Third Young Master Su been present, he would have seen familiar faces.
For instance, Situ Tu, whom he had fought in the Yin-Yang Realm.
This ghost commander, once under the Yin-Yang Dharma King, now wore dark robes and was dressed as a Daoist. A wooden hairpin was inserted into the topknot atop his head, and his expression remained as sinister as ever.
There was also Shikshananda, who had lost his Yaksha Dharma Body and now appeared as a Buddhist nun. The Yaksha Crown Prince wore a gauzy robe, his face pale. Standing in the wind like drifting willow fluff, he looked delicate and frail.
Besides them, there were two others.
One wore an azure scholar's robe and square-toed shoes. His palms were crystalline like jade, and his features resembled those of a youth. At a glance, it was hard to tell male from female, while an enchanting beauty capable of bewitching all living beings hung upon his face.
He stood at the center of the group, hands clasped behind his back as he watched the Canglang Waters wind eastward.
A bald man with narrow, snake-like eyes stood not far from him. He was Deer Divine Lord, a Reverted Elixir expert from the Rakshasa Sea.
As Elder Qin's gray crane slowly descended, he flashed down from the air and landed lightly upon the mountaintop. He cupped his hands toward the