Starry Sky Sea, outside Hidden Sand Island.
The void suddenly twisted and rippled slightly, and two hazy, indistinct figures emerged.
The black-robed elder with an aged face looked down at the Compass in his hand, then at Hidden Sand Island ahead, and pinched his fingers in Divination.
A moment later, he cupped his hands toward the youth in front of him and said, "Young Master, according to this old slave's Divination, Shi Hai is on this island."
The youth wore a wide ink-colored robe patterned with drifting clouds, white hair loose over his shoulders. His features were exceedingly handsome, yet like profound ice that would never melt in ten thousand years—gloomy and cold—and he exuded a kind of strange, dangerous aura, as though he were a Divine Demon.
The youth gazed indifferently at Hidden Sand Island ahead. His pupils were pitch black, unfathomably deep, making it seem as if between heaven and earth a heavy and uncanny atmosphere had been added.
