"I had eyes yet failed to recognize true masters. I was a blind fool. Please, seniors, consider how hard-earned my cultivation was and spare my miserable life. I will remember your great kindness until my dying day."
On the beach along Li Mountain Island's eastern shore, the battle-hardened-looking Foundation Establishment rogue cultivator lay prostrate, begging forgiveness through tears and snot. He was only a step away from trotting out the classic tale of an eighty-year-old mother and a three-year-old child depending on him.
With Core Formation cultivators standing before them, the men had kicked an iron plate.
Li Ling and Mu Qingsi ignored him, discussing the information they had just gathered instead.
"Li Mountain really has suffered one disaster after another. We only recently heard from the Le Household that a hurricane had struck, causing devastating losses to the surrounding islands and mortal kingdoms. Now sea beasts have attacked as well.
"Perhaps that left gaps in their coastal defenses, attracting covetous rogue cultivators from all quarters. And now pirates have stirred up trouble too."
"Husband, I have heard that blessings never come in pairs, while misfortunes never come alone. Perhaps this is how a tribulation manifests. The cultivation world here is in the midst of one, with calamities following on one another's heels. It all depends on whether the local cultivators can resolve them in time.
"The North Sea once showed similar warning signs, but we eliminated them beforehand. That was how we weathered the storm."
"Exactly," Li Ling said. "Had we not cleared away the karmic obstructions in the North Sea beforehand, natural disasters and human calamities would have followed one after another, making the situation worse and worse. Once the final catastrophe descended, even a divine immortal coming down to earth could not have stopped it."
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