Endless ocean, vast North Sea.
In an ancient palace on the seafloor, three figures sat facing each other, the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.
After a long time, two of the strange-looking people nodded solemnly, as if agreeing to something.
The weathered and elegant old man opposite them gave a slight smile, cupped his hands in salutation to the two, and then left calmly.
After he left, the two remaining exchanged a glance, their expressions unusually strange.
"It's truly beyond this emperor's expectations that Li Canghai is actually willing to hand over the North Sea Cultivation World," the Sea Emperor Whale clicked its tongue and said, "Beili, what do you think of this matter?"
