Early the next morning, Sea Ji eagerly dragged Chen Luo off to find Ningshuang.
Chen Luo also thought it was time to teach Ningshuang a lesson. She was always looking down on him.
How would they get to the coast? By running, of course.
Sea Ji had truly taken human form and grown feet. She ran so fast on land that even Chen Luo couldn't keep up.
Sea Ji suddenly stopped and scooped Chen Luo into her arms.
"Little brother, let your big sister carry you."
Chen Luo gave an awkward laugh. "Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"
"It's fine," Sea Ji said. "You'll get tired if you run."
There was a special kind of tiredness called your big sister deciding you'd get tired.
"Just lie back. Your big sister will handle this."
In Sea Ji's arms, Chen Luo couldn't struggle free even if he wanted to.
He didn't feel the nausea Zhao Ziyi had experienced, but he was a little dizzy.
This ride was a little too fast.
In fifteen minutes, Chen Luo and Sea Ji reached the coast.
Chen Luo rubbed his dizzy head and said, "I'm confident I can bring Ningshuang over to our side. Just spar with her. Don't fight to the death."
Sea Ji froze for a moment, then said, "You've taken a fancy to her? All right, we'll capture her and bring her back."
Chen Luo smiled awkwardly. It wasn't even certain Sea Ji could beat Ningshuang.
Sea Ji wasn't invincible among those at King Rank.
At King Rank, advancing to the next rank was extremely difficult. To be more precise, it could be divided into four stages: early, middle, late, and peak.
There were gaps between those stages, but they weren't overwhelming.
Someone at level ten couldn't beat someone at King Rank, but an