On that great bluestone, Lan Changsheng wore a flawless, warm smile he had practiced over and over.
His smile was gentle and refined, his features soft, looking no different from before.
Only he knew that this was merely a disguise. He could put on a gentle expression, but he could no longer feel even a trace of the corresponding warmth within.
A moment later, he slowly let the deliberately fashioned curve of his lips fade, and his face returned to cold composure.
He sat upright on the bluestone, his gaze resting on the Blue Silver willow at the center of the lake, looking like nothing more than an ordinary person quietly waiting for his younger sister to return.
Yet a thread of divine consciousness quietly separated from his Divine Soul all the while, crossing ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers to hover above the boundless ocean, watching Tang San travel alone from afar.
Across the endless sea, waves slowly rolled.
There were no howling winds, no towering waves. Even the ferocious sea beasts roaming about deliberately avoided the sea route Tang San followed.
The sea was peaceful, more peaceful than ever before. It was as though an invisible hand were guiding Tang San's path ahead, sweeping away every hidden danger along the way.
Tang San traveled day and night without lingering.
Across the entire sea, he was the only traveler. Without a guide or companions, he drew ever closer, alone, to Sea God Island, which had been cut off from the world for over ten thousand years.
Tang San's face was filled with unwavering resolve, and a faint trace of devotion that even he had not noticed stirred in his heart. He pressed onward, never stopping to hesitate for a moment.
Across ten thousand miles of ocean, Lan Changsheng