Guai Guai: "S-seafood?"
Pei Ling rubbed Qiao Ranran's head. "Keeping your word is a good habit. Just make fewer promises to other people from now on."
Qiao Ranran shook her head and clambered onto Guai Guai's back. "So are we going to the South Sea Extremity first, or visiting Little Sea Turtle?"
Before she had finished speaking, Qiao Ranran's vision blurred, and the scenery around her changed beyond recognition. The peaceful vista of sunshine and gentle breezes instantly became a dim space being savagely torn apart.
Even more frightening was the sudden sensation of weightlessness. She could not mobilize the Spiritual Power within her to fly, and the Crimson Grass Sword at her waist shuddered with difficulty, but failed to respond to her call.
The instant she began to fall, Pei Ling scooped her up again. Terrified of dying, she could only cling to his neck. As her heart pounded with fear, she heard something heavy splash into the water.
Well, well. Guai Guai fell into the sea.
Having never seen the sea in all its life, and barely ever played in water, Guai Guai was dumbfounded. Furry creatures disliked getting wet to begin with, let alone in water that was salty and bitter, carried a strange smell, and felt horribly sticky.
Guai Guai spat from its great maw, only to take in another mouthful of water, then spat again and again in distress.
Qiao Ranran could not help laughing at the sight. "Fish it out, would you? It's so pitiful."
This place seemed to suppress Spiritual Power, and the Spiritual Qi in the air was chaotic, seemingly mixed with all sorts of other auras. Worse still, haphazard spatial rifts were everywhere, along with astral winds that appeared and vanished like ghosts. They could take a cultivator's life at any