On the shores of Cloudmist Island.
Mo Qianqiu and Hidden Rosy Clouds stood side by side, gazing at the distant scene. The two women seemed close, speaking quietly to each other.
The seawater churned, and the wind carried the scent of blood. A black fish broke through the wind and waves and emerged from the water. It was the black fish spirit who styled himself Black General, his two whiskers drifting, his eyes gleaming with menace.
He came ashore, looked at the two women, and demanded sharply:
"Hidden Rosy Clouds, are you helping or not? Betting on both sides never ends well. You must choose between the Mirage Path and Mist Marsh."
"Brother Mu Hei, Sister Hidden Rosy Clouds is still considering this. Stop pressuring her."
Mo Qianqiu stepped forward to shield Hidden Rosy Clouds, her expression resolute as she faced the black fish.
"What are you sticking your nose into, little girl? What use is your Foundation Establishment Early Stage cultivation?"
Black Nether puffed out his whiskers and sighed. Coming ashore, his fish head transformed into the face of a rugged man with a thick beard, and he patted Mo Qianqiu on the head.
At last, Hidden Rosy Clouds stirred. Looking into the distance, she said softly:
"Yue Heng has revealed his transformed dharma body. It seems he's determined to suppress this Dragon Prince."
"Your cultivation is high, and you witnessed Lord Sun Lake battle that sacred spirit, [Formed Jade]. Tell me, how does today compare with back then?"
Black Nether's gaze darkened as he watched the lightning sword radiance and Gen Earth qi surge into the distant sky.
Hidden Rosy Clouds looked on calmly, rosy light and mirages shifting around her. She, too, possessed flood dragon blood, a bloodline directly descended from the South Mist dragons. In ancient