On the "Mountain-Sea Whale," many people gasped in amazement when they saw the man's face again. The female cultivators in particular felt their hearts thump wildly.
The man's beauty in the air was the finest Li Yan had seen in his life. Not even the most handsome male cultivator of the White Devil Race he had encountered could compare to this man.
It was a beauty beyond description. He possessed a trace of feminine softness amid his masculine bearing, his entire face seeming to have been carved by Heaven itself with ghostly craftsmanship, strength and softness blended in perfect balance.
A lock of purple hair fell across his high nose bridge, obscuring one eye, yet making him appear all the more bewitching and peerlessly beautiful.
Even as those cries of admiration rang out and the silver-robed middle-aged man finished speaking, before he could receive an answer, his expression changed drastically once more. His figure vanished from where he stood.
"Fellow Daoist Wang, didn't you want to negotiate terms with my wife and me? Why are you leaving without waiting for our answer? You are right. I also think we can discuss this!"
The bewitching man curled his lips into a sinister smile. His newly solidified figure vanished again, while at the same time, the graceful woman in purple gauze, holding a purple-flame longsword, likewise disappeared from her spot.
"Leave the 'Mountain-Sea Whale' at once!"
The silver-robed middle-aged man's voice instantly boomed across the sky. He knew he had fallen for it. Everything they had done before had been meant to lure him away from the "Mountain-Sea Whale."
In truth, they had already laid a trap in the sea. Yet because of the strangeness of the "Rouge Sea," this place was fundamentally unsuitable for setting up an array.
Coupled with their