North Sea, a solitary boat.
The winds and waves roiled.
"Mr. Chen... where are we going?"
The little girl with pigtails clutched the sleeve of the woman in the Daoist robe tightly, timidly asking. This solitary boat had set off from the reed marsh and had been traveling for several hours. The North Sea was vast and boundless, with waves growing more violent, yet golden threads surrounded the small boat. Even great waves couldn't harm the boat in the slightest due to the power of the two great cultivators of the Yang God Realm.
Jiang Huang wasn't scared.
She gazed at the North Sea, and a faint sense of familiarity spread in her Heart Lake.
It felt like she had been to this place many years ago.
"..."
Tang Fengshu sensed the little girl's tension.
She reached out and gently held Jiang Huang's hand, indicating she need not be afraid.
Actually, Tang Fengshu was also very curious.
Setting off from the North Sea Reeds, where was Chen Jingxuan taking them?
"We're almost there."
