Onboard the Lotus, three martial artists sat cross-legged.
A middle-aged man, an elder, and a young girl.
"Father, do you think big brother will be alright?" The girl gazed anxiously toward the distant sea eye.
The middle-aged man forced a bitter smile and said, "He should be fine. We're just loose cultivators—nothing worth coveting. The only worry is if Guanglong Island and Three Gods Island target Ten Thousand Swords Island and we get caught in the crossfire."
With those words, the girl's face grew even more worried.
The elder sighed and comforted her, "Young master is blessed by fortune—he certainly won't come to harm."
"Who goes there?"
The elder's face changed dramatically, staring warily at the side of the ship—a young man had somehow appeared without anyone noticing.
The middle-aged man and the girl both stood at once, as if facing a formidable foe!
"And what might sir's identity be?"
