The moon climbed higher, casting a silver path across the Azure Sea. Onboard the Azure Wind, all seemed tranquil—sails taut, hull slicing clean through the glassy waters.
But to a cultivator's senses, tranquility could often be deceit.
Tian Shen leaned against the railing, gaze fixed on the distant outline of the Thunderhead Isles.
His body, though worn from the journey, remained tense. The Qi fluctuations he'd sensed earlier still lingered beneath the surface—like sharks circling beneath a fishing boat.
"Kyuu~"
'I sense Qi fluctuations.'
Little Mei chirped softly from her perch on a crate nearby, tail flicking as her eyes glinted with restless energy.
"I feel it too," Tian Shen murmured.
"Something's coming. We're being tracked."
Feng Yin emerged from below deck, her dark hair damp from sweat, formation disc humming faintly in her hand.
