Night hung low, and ripples shimmered across Sea God Lake, reflecting a sky full of stars.
A simple, old-fashioned boat glided quietly across the lake, a slender figure standing at its bow. Wu Changkong wore white robes whiter than snow, his lake-blue hair drifting gently in the night breeze. His icy, stern face betrayed no expression, but an almost imperceptible gentleness occasionally flickered in his deep eyes.
Behind him, Tang Wulin stood obediently, gazing at the legendary Sea God Island ahead with curiosity and awe filling his eyes.
"Teacher, who are we going to see?" Tang Wulin could not help asking.
Wu Changkong did not turn around. His voice was cool and clear. "An elder... whom you should not have forgotten."
In truth, Wu Changkong felt rather helpless himself. He had originally intended to let Tang Wulin come on his own. After all, the boy was now a Seven-Ring Soul Sage, someone who could swagger through Shrek Academy's Inner Court unchallenged. Finding his own way here would have been no trouble at all.
But just moments ago, he had received an order that brooked no argument.
"Chang Kong, come here."
An elderly, commanding voice had sounded in Wu Changkong's mind.
Before he could react, the voice continued, "Bring that precious granddisciple of yours along. Let this old man see just how far the boy has come."
The moment Wu Changkong heard it, his scalp prickled.
He knew that voice all too well. It belonged to his revered master, the fiery-tempered, stubborn Limit Douluo who had spent his entire life pursuing ultimate strength—Zhuo Shi, the Red Dragon Douluo!
Wu Changkong grumbled inwardly, Tang Wulin grew up at Shrek Academy. Why do I have to bring him? Can't he just come over himself? I'm not his nanny.
But grumbling was one thing.