The sea breeze hits, Wang Anfeng's black hair on his temples gently flutters backward.
The size of the whale-like creature is immense, yet its speed is not at all slow; the water surface breaks open, layer by layer retreating.
Wang Anfeng sits cross-legged atop the broad head of the whale-like creature, his expression calm. In his breaths, qi mechanism flows; borrowing the sword qi that refuses to dissipate within him, he's able to perform strands of sword qi, slightly mastering Shan Xinglan's technique, causing the sword qi to disperse somewhat.
However, in his current state, it might still take some time to completely dissolve it.
Wang Anfeng opens his eyes, still tightly enveloping the sword qi with his exceptionally thick qi mechanism, contemplating what the Flying Spirit Sect disciple said about the sect master and the Dongfang Clan's provocations.
