Li Xingzhi came racing across the sea, clad in blue with a sword at his side.
He cast a hurried glance at the oddly dressed fishermen on shore, who were prostrating themselves before him, and pressed down lightly with his toes.
Beneath his feet, a powerful, jet-black shark thrust its head above the water. Spray flew as its fins flared like the sails of a warship catching the wind.
The black shark traced a graceful arc across the sea, deftly avoiding the dark reefs nearby, and carried Li Xingzhi away like an arrow loosed from a bow...
To pursue a lead, Li Xingzhi had searched this boundless sea for three days and nights.
Two days earlier, an exceptionally ferocious black shark had opened its bloody maw and actually leaped out of the sea to attack him.
Ignorance bred fearlessness.
Unfortunately for the shark, it ended up beneath his feet as his mount.
Like a sharp dagger, the black shark plowed a white furrow through the vast, tranquil sea, trailing a long wake as it came hurtling past and vanished in an instant...
Li Xingzhi stood on the shark's back, his divine sense reaching far across the surrounding world.
His robes fluttered, and a faint worry lingered between his brows.
Spray flew beneath his feet, yet not a drop wet his shoes or socks.
Ninety thousand li to Penglai-do not seek me, do not think of me, do not pine for me.
For a single conviction, he had ventured alone to the ends of the earth, sword in hand.
He had traveled south from the shores of the Eastern Sea and was now very far from the Great Chen Empire.
These waters were exceedingly treacherous. Hidden currents surged for hundreds of li, the weather changed unpredictably, and islands and reefs