Above the sea, the surging waters formed a prison.
Luo Chuan stared at the spot where Chu Mo had vanished, his expression darkening slightly. Even though he had prepared in advance this time, he had still failed to catch so much as a trace of his qi.
That divine ability was even stranger than he had imagined.
After a moment, Luo Chuan turned his gaze toward Xi Hong and gave a soft sneer. "That junior brother of yours certainly left quickly."
Surrounded by two opponents and trapped within the surging waters, Xi Hong remained as composed as ever, without a hint of panic. He smiled at those words. "Junior Brother Youxuan had already succeeded, so naturally he should leave. What use would staying here serve?"
Luo Chuan narrowed his eyes. "Oh? Are the bonds between fellow disciples of Tribulation Deliverance really so shallow?"
"Bonds between fellow disciples?" Xi Hong gave him an odd look and offered no answer to such foolish words.
Luo Chuan realized he had just asked a stupid question and promptly moved on. Given Tribulation Deliverance's splendid traditions, even capturing this man as a hostage would be no different from holding a handful of air as a threat.
Yet he was reluctant to simply let Xi Hong go.
As the two exchanged words, a vast tide of clouds suddenly swept across the distant sky.
An expanse of white billowed and churned, giving rise to hazy mists. The immense cloud mass seemed at once weightless and heavy as it settled nearby, revealing True Lord Zhiyun.
"My young friends, why are you using your arts within our school's Eastern Sea territory?"
True Lord Zhiyun's gaze swept over Luo Chuan and Xi Hong, lingering particularly on Luo Chuan for a moment, as though a weight were pressing down.
Luo Chuan's