Who Paints the Eyebrows of the Devoted Lovers - Seeds of Disaster, Sown in a Pinch of Pride

The battle to encircle and annihilate the remaining rebels on Mulberry Sunset Isle began that afternoon, during the shen hour.

As the sun slanted westward, the army of slave-born warriors under Zhang Xingyan poured out of the joint encampment on the three Fubo isles and hastened northeast toward the great Sangyu Isle in Ju. Among the troops hurrying forward, the newly arrived Daoist disciples marched beside Zhang Xingyan, the commander of this expedition.

Perhaps an expedition across such a vast expanse of sea and sky was already commonplace to their fellow disciple Zhang Xingyan, nothing particularly remarkable. But for Lin Xu, Nangong Qiuyu, and the others, the magnificent spectacle of three forces advancing together-above the sea, beneath it, and through the sky-was enough to keep them marveling all along the way, stirred beyond words.

The Daoist disciples newly arrived at sea looked up to see dense ranks of fierce avian warriors gathering and scattering like black clouds. Among the waves on either side, all manner of strange beast-monsters and water spirits advanced with weapons in hand. The deep blue water beneath their feet seethed throughout the journey, and from time to time an oddly shaped aquatic spirit suddenly surfaced, murmured to the fully armored youth beside them, then saluted and slipped back underwater.

Yet standing amid this sea-and-air army, a sight scarcely seen in a hundred generations, and looking at the monstrous spirits filling the sky and sea around them, these outstanding Daoist disciples could not help feeling somewhat awkward beneath their excitement. Who could have imagined that, after once devoting themselves to defending the Dao with their swords and exterminating monsters, they would one day march alongside monsters-and in such immense numbers? Noticing their peculiar expressions, their young former fellow disciple never considered this possibility. He merely thought that