Ten years passed in a flash.
Langhu Sea Region.
Dawn broke, and the morning sun spilled over the vast sea.
An airborne vehicle sped through the sky, skimming over blue waves and taking in the sunlight filling the heavens and the boundless ocean.
The mighty sea breeze swept over the two figures on deck, making their clothes snap in the wind.
Ten years of trials had stripped Xiao Fu of the inexperience he had when he first joined the Player Faction. Now he spread his arms and let the fierce wind batter him, his face still carrying the fervor of his youth.
He turned toward the young man beside him and laughed heartily. "Xiao Dao, who would have thought that the stupid newbie I casually picked up at Saihong Ridge back then was actually Shuyan, the villain the veteran players talked about? Hahaha!"
Shuyan leaned against the vehicle's railing. His lips curved slightly at those words, then he said lazily, "If we're going by age and seniority, I could be your ancestor."
"But you started out as a stupid newbie who couldn't even put together a wooden raft without fumbling. I had to teach you everything step by step," Xiao Fu immediately retorted, looking smug.
Shuyan looked up at the morning light over the rolling sea ahead and sighed. "Fool. I was once the Heavenly Dao of a minor world. I had neither hands nor feet. How would I know the crude methods mortal beings used to make a living?"
After more than ten years together, Xiao Fu was used to his occasional references to his former identity. This time, however, something stirred in him. His smile faded, and he asked seriously, "Then does anything feel different now that you've become a player?"
Shuyan's expression remained unchanged as he answered