Sea God Island.
Bo Saixi sat on the ground, with an ordinary-looking young man standing before her.
Bo Saixi appeared to be about the same height as Xiao Wu. Her entire body was enveloped in a bright red robe, and her sea-blue hair fell loose behind her. Though it was not as long as Xiao Wu's, it nearly reached the ground when spread out.
Her gentle, beautiful face looked no more than thirty or so. Her beauty came more from her bearing: noble, elegant, and warmly gentle. In her right hand, she held a three-meter-long scepter. It was golden, like the gold that had appeared in the sky earlier, and carved all over with magical patterns. Its head had a diamond-shaped projection resembling a spear, with a diamond-shaped golden gemstone set five inches below the spear's tip.
Judging by her appearance alone, she was undoubtedly a rare beauty, but her bearing truly was beyond compare. Even Pope Bibi Dong, before receiving the Asura God's inheritance, had been inferior to her in that regard.
Most astonishing of all were her eyes. Her clear blue eyes were deeper than the sea, as though they held many stories that made people want to learn more.
Tears filled Bo Saixi's eyes, blurring her vision, as Tang San's words replayed endlessly in her mind.
"In the end, he still went ahead of me." Bo Saixi's cheeks were pale. The news of Tang Chen's death had dealt her a tremendous blow. Before this, she had still cherished the hope that Tang Chen had merely been trapped by some trouble and therefore could not come to see her.
She had hoped, wishing that Tang Chen might still be alive, but she had never expected that he had died after all.
"Yes. Great-grandfather died such a horrible death."