Watching everyone grit their teeth and endure the endless waves, Ning Bei felt a trace of pity, especially for Ning Rongrong. He knew that, as a Support Soul Master, her physical strength could not compare to that of the others, who were Battle Soul Masters.
Although he was always verbally harsh toward his little sister, seeing her stubbornly grit her teeth and persist still stirred a ripple in his heart.
Bo Saixi, standing nearby, caught every change in his expression.
"To receive the Sea God's gift, you must endure this hardship. Do you really want to shelter them beneath your wings for the rest of their lives?"
Hearing this, Ning Bei was slightly stunned before revealing a faint smile.
"If they were willing, it wouldn't be impossible. But they aren't the sort to be caged birds. They'll succeed."
Bo Saixi nodded. She also greatly approved of the little ones' perseverance. Perhaps she really had been waiting for the Sea God's successor after all.
"By the way, did you defeat Qian Daoliu?"
"Yes. Only the final trial remains. Perhaps the next time we meet—"
Ning Bei did not finish, but Bo Saixi immediately understood his meaning. The next time they met, they might no longer exist on the same level.
"Then I'll look forward to addressing you as Ice God."
Faced with Bo Saixi's teasing, Ning Bei wore an awkward expression. After all, she had nearly become the grandmother of the woman who would have been his.
"You're joking, Senior. Please continue taking care of these children."
"Rest assured. This is precisely my duty."
Bo Saixi nodded, then seemed to think of something.
"Are you preparing to leave?"
"Yes. I'm going to try to find an opportunity related to the Ninth Trial. Waiting around forever isn't a solution."
"Very well. I