The scene was silent.
Only the sound of waves gently washing over lingered, gradually, even the sound of the waves began to fade.
Taoist Longshan scanned the surroundings; some lowered their heads, some smiled, while others calmly met his gaze. He looked at the two people before him and finally said mildly:
"Thank you both for your kind offer, but there's ancient wisdom in striking while the iron is hot. How about we talk after I lead my disciples out from the island?"
As the words fell.
The expressions of the black-robed blademan and the white-browed elder gradually darkened.
"Brother Chen, it seems our face isn't big enough," jested the black-robed blademan.
The white-browed elder also nodded with a sigh.
But sharp eyes could catch the trace of mockery in both of their gazes.
Ning Qi looked calm.
