[Dog Year, February 3rd, Overcast with Dense Clouds]
There is still one month until the arrival of Xun Wind.
I've been the Eight Trigrams Island Master for a little over half a year, and now I'm forced to flee. What bad luck!
Actually, I only seemed relaxed in front of Xie Jingshan, but inside I was still tense, so much so that even inhaling Laughing Spring Breeze couldn't make me smile.
Faced with such dire circumstances, it's difficult for this diary to maintain a light tone.
The vastness of the open sea is endless; no matter where you look, there is only water.
High above, Golden Core cultivators occasionally pass by, so I can only conceal my presence and fly close to the sea.
Encountered three to five groups of fierce sea beasts, and slaughtered them.
