A single tear slid down Elder Bai Qingshui's cheek.
His expression didn't change.
But the tears kept coming, one after another, quietly falling from his chin.
They flowed like small rivers, trailing from his face to the foggy sea below.
Each drop vanished into the mist without a sound.
His pupils slowly faded from white back to dark gray. His sharp, focused wide gaze softened.
His usual sleepy eyes returned, as if he had just finished a long day.
The Floating Sword Isolation Field flickered.
Then it scattered like dandelions in the wind. The sealed pressure that had blanketed the sea was gone.
The fog began to shift again, no longer held in place.
Wind moved. The world was breathing once more.
"…What… was that?" Lin Yijun said.
Xiao Lianfeng was still staring ahead, stunned.
The sea had just been calm one moment. Then chaos. Then silence.
And the Crimson Bone Barracuda… that thing was supposed to be an Abyssal Demonic Beast.
Gone. In pieces.
