Su Lang had only been playing for a little while when a thunderous crash rang out in the distance, cutting the music short.
The two of them looked up and out at the same time. Dark clouds churned overhead, and dense demonic energy roiled above the distant sea.
Ning Pingzhang and the others also sensed the disturbance and came out onto the deck.
Ning Xiang still remembered how, when she had come to the Eastern Sea fifteen years ago, the ocean had been an azure blue that lifted the spirits at a glance, while the deeper waters shone blue-green.
Beneath the sea lay brilliantly colored coral and countless fish of strange and wondrous shapes. On clear days, the sea and sky seemed to merge into one, and sometimes merfolk would emerge from the depths, dragging their fish tails onto the reefs to bask in the sun.
But now, the seawater was pitch-black, like spilled ink that had half congealed. Schools of dead fish-type demon beasts floated on the surface-no, they were not floating. There was neither wind nor wave, and those corpses lay utterly motionless.
Everyone's heart pounded with dread. Ning Pingzhang hurriedly sent a message to Yu Zhengrong. Only after a long while did a reply come: "Fellow Daoist Shangyang, we've just been through a fierce battle here. The demon beasts have finally retreated for the moment. I'll send my second son to meet you right away."
Worried about Tingchao, Ning Xiang sent him a message, but no reply came even after a long wait. Never mind; she would see him soon enough.
The farther the Flying Boat traveled, the stronger the demonic energy ahead became.
Fortunately, with powerhouses like Mingyuan, her parents, and Lu Qingchen holding the fort, no demon beast dared approach with its life on the