Yu Zhizhi was on edge the entire journey. She had no idea what state the Little Octopus was in, or if something terrible had happened...
At the gloomy Sun Ridge, the wind howled like a tortured spirit. They occasionally passed Beastmen bundled in heavy robes, who would hurry away the moment they saw the mask worn by the young man from the Cat Clan.
As they neared the waters of Sun Ridge, they could see burning warships in the distance.
It appeared two factions were locked in a chaotic battle. The deep blue sea was nearly stained red with blood. Now, the two sides had begun to negotiate. An eerie sea breeze blew, carrying a chilly, blood-tinged mist through the air.
