Sect Master Qing Shi's long, gray hair swayed in the ocean wind. The familiar cold air might have been soothing had he not been distressed over the future of his sect, his family, and himself.
Standing on the shore of the Poison Ocean, watching the distant walls of the Beasthaven Sect, his thoughts spiralled into a scattered, disjointed mess. Even with his decades of experience as the leader of the most powerful sect on this planet, even with his near-peerless cultivation, with all his resources and connections to the upper realms, he had failed to find a path that could save the countless lives he was in charge of from the impending doom.
Escape from the planet? That was the only acceptable solution for every party involved.
