"Who Paints the Eyebrows of the Devoted Lovers" - Shadowed lightning and wrathful thunder, shaking loose a thousand years of mortal calamity

Those who had never visited the sea could scarcely understand its grandeur and magnificence; those who had never lived beside it could understand even less the ferocity and fickleness of those azure waters. That night, the young Four Seas Hall Master had just been standing on Ping Chao's mirror-smooth beach, gazing in rapture at the maiden he could never tire of watching, feeling as though his whole being would melt into the gentle, hazy silver ripples. Who could have known that in the next moment, he would face such a savage, raging sea storm?

Never had an ocean hurricane arrived with such uncanny ferocity, without the slightest warning. The silver moonlight filling heaven and earth vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye. It was as though an enormous cauldron had been overturned upon the world, plunging everything into ink-black darkness. The mist that had just lingered over the sea had no time to curl any farther before the violent storm scattered it.

The upheaval came so swiftly that the young man, bracing himself against the furious wind and rain, felt a strange illusion: as though the hurricane raging for ten thousand miles and the monstrous waves towering into the sky had arisen merely because he had lifted his foot toward Lingyi and Qiong Rong...

"Qiong Rong! Lingyi!"

Amid the wind and rain, the battle-hardened Four Seas Hall Master suddenly felt a shock unlike anything he had ever known and immediately shouted toward the sea. But everything around him was pitch-black, the storm blotting out all light, and deafening shrieks of wind and rain filled the air. Even his cries, driven by every ounce of strength he possessed, could not cross the distance of a few paces. Rain poured over his head, and after several shouts, Xing Yan