"Grandmaster, something has happened at Tulin Harbor!"
At the Incense Market's West Sea Branch Headquarters on Lai'er Island, Yao Lingxian sought an audience with Li Ling and solemnly reported the urgent news that had just arrived from Horsehead Island.
"According to Feng Jide, the local guardian, demonic cultivators slipped onto the island and assassinated the City God. That very night, they slaughtered almost all the immortal officials and divine persons there. He rushed to their aid upon hearing the news, but came under attack himself and failed to rescue them.
"Tulin Harbor has now fallen. The urban districts have been reduced to scorched earth, and the terrified people are all worshipping ghosts in hopes of protecting themselves."
Li Ling was briefly taken aback. This development had indeed caught him somewhat off guard.
"With so many matters tangled together, even I failed to sense the omen of Zhao Bin's death. No wonder they say that no one can see clearly beneath a great calamity. Everyone can only rely on whatever opportunities and encounters come their way amid the chaos!"
Powerful experts were normally capable of divination, but when heaven's secrets grew murky, even they could not keep the entire situation under control.
Moreover, his karmic ties with Zhao Bin were not particularly deep, so he had received no sudden intuitive warning.
"Was Feng Jide unharmed?" Li Ling asked.
"He said he narrowly escaped after a bloody battle." Yao Lingxian asked, "Grandmaster, what should we do now? There are no divine immortals stationed at Tulin Harbor anymore. I fear our efforts to govern the West Sea will suffer another reversal."
Li Ling said, "That concerns me as well. However, with the Tulin City God dead, the Heavenly Court will be even more anxious than we are. Let us see how they respond