Night had fallen. The bright moon cast its glow upon the splashing waves, making them look like swarms of fireflies.
Then, a slender, well-proportioned figure leaped from the surface of the sea, kicking up a massive, rolling wave, like a Flood Dragon bursting from the depths.
But this was a remote area, so no one was around to witness the scene.
"Finally out! This feels great!"
Xiao Chen took a couple of deep breaths and immediately felt much more invigorated.
He wasn't of the Sea Race, after all. Despite having Magic to aid him, he'd spent nearly two months underwater and had never quite gotten used to it.
Now that he was out again, he immediately hopped onto his Flying Sword and soared freely between heaven and earth for a good while.
'You really had to ride the wind with Sword Control to get that feeling of freely roaming the world.'
'Wait, something's not right. Why is the wind getting stronger and stronger?'
