"Very good!"
Li Yunjing nodded with satisfaction, then suddenly lowered his voice: "I hope you can establish merits and gain experience while ensuring your own safety!"
"Senior's great kindness, Lin Xuan..."
Lin Xuan trembled all over, instantly understanding Li Yunjing's deeper meaning.
"Don't be quick to thank me."
Li Yunjing's figure gradually faded, "Talk to me after you return alive from the frontline."
Once Li Yunjing's figure completely dissipated, only Lin Xuan remained on the deck.
He lowered his head to gaze at the "Cyan Nether Sword" in his hand, the blue glow on the blade reflecting his resolute face.
"Holy Sound Island!"
Lin Xuan muttered to himself, memories of the rumors about the place surfacing in his mind.
It's the forefront of the East Sea, where cultivators fabricate arrays every day to prepare for the decisive battle with the "Celestial Net Dao Sect."
There are already hundreds of thousands of cultivators from the "East Sea Alliance" gathered there!
