Under the night sky above the sea, Qingxuan clearly saw a crowd rapidly approaching from the direction of A Country's territorial waters. People were stepping on the waves, moving as if they were on flat ground, with waves blooming under their feet like an extraordinary spectacle.
This is bad, the newcomers have ill intentions!
Bai Ze exclaimed, "Master, what should we do?"
Liao Sisi, the junior sister, was so scared she lost all composure, "Master, should we go ashore and hide?"
Canglan Island was vast, with lush branches and dense foliage that cast deep shadows, large enough for them to temporarily hide, and then wait for others to come to their aid.
Liao Sisi's words led many disciples to nod in agreement, good idea.
A trace of conflict flashed in Qingxuan's eyes, reminded of Bai Chuwei's profile when she had first come to borrow something—Bai Chuwei had lent it to her without a moment's hesitation...
