Sea Horse Douluo's voice came through the Signal Stone first.
Chaotic currents had appeared along the West Sea Route. Two fishing boats had been swept away, while a third had limped back into port. Those aboard had seen the old wound on the Demon Whale's flank. It had healed, but its tail still bore the gash Yuan Yu had cut into it last time.
Qian Renxue set down her chopsticks and rose to fetch the Sacred Sword.
"I'm coming too."
Yuan Yu looked up. She had already rolled up the nautical chart beside her, without waiting for him to finish.
"You fight your fight. I'll watch the boats. Surely the Sea God won't stop us from saving people."
"What I wanted to ask was whether I could bring the wine."
Qian Renxue put the half-finished flask on the table into his Soul Tool, then added two bottles of Healing Potion. Yuan Yu rose with a smile and spoke to Qian Daoliu first, but the old priest merely waved them off, urging them to go, and finished his warm tea.
The Papal Hall dispatched two Escort Ships. Qian Renxue went ahead to inspect the Western Sea coast, while Yuan Yu sailed with the ships. Seven days later, he arrived at Sea God Island's dock to find shattered Wooden Targets scattered about.
Dai Mubai was retreating from the beach, Zhu Zhuqing's outer robe clutched in his hand. Her eighth Spirit Ring lit up, and she flashed past his side, leaving claw marks that divided an entire target post into four sections.
Yuan Yu stood beside the post and caught her next strike with the back of his blade. Zhu Zhuqing spun along it, landing on her toes behind him, while Dai Mubai lunged straight at him. The two barely gave him time