(Based on most readers' feedback yesterday, I'll use longer chapters for now. Updates will still be at eight every evening, and I'll let everyone know if anything comes up. Also, although I wrote a line in this chapter saying the sea was all water, I've discovered, somewhat to my astonishment, that my writing really has no padding these days. Beautiful.)
The rolling waves threw up countless sprays, turning into mist that shrouded the sea and swirled with the gale, making the temperature plummet.
The moss on the reef was stripped away by the waves. The plump sea beast had long since dived beneath the surface.
The Iron Sword headed deeper into the Western Sea.
The mist grew thicker, gradually joining the dark clouds overhead. Sunlight was blocked behind them, and gloom enveloped heaven and earth.
The Iron Sword flying at high speed among the raging waves was difficult to spot.
Jing Jiu looked into the depths of the Western Sea and told Gu Qing, "If anything happens, throw the cat."
The White Cat glanced at Jing Jiu and meowed.
He was not expressing displeasure, but warning Jing Jiu.
Even with the mist, clouds, and waves concealing them, they would still be discovered if they approached like this.
Cats were, of course, the best at hide-and-seek.
Knowing he had a point, Jing Jiu told Gu Qing to sit tight.
The Iron Sword plunged from the air, diving headfirst into the churning sea.
The sea was all water, and the resistance was immense.
Sitting at the front of the Iron Sword, Jing Jiu raised his right hand and pointed ahead. A gentle yet distinct strand of sword intent spread from his fingertip.
The seawater rushing toward them at high speed was like a solid stone wall, yet somehow it became