Lan Huiqian's expression turned icy. "Jian Feng, if you speak one more word, I will throw you overboard myself."
Jian Feng stiffened but wisely kept silent this time.
Yun Lintian, however, seemed entirely unbothered. He glanced at Jian Feng as one would glance at a buzzing fly before turning back to Lan Huiqian.
"The Black Sea God is nothing."
Jian Feng's face twisted in suppressed fury, but he dared not retort again.
Lan Huiqian, sensing the tension, quickly changed the subject. "Senior Yun, if you are heading to the Eastern Abyss, our Celestial Pavilion may be able to provide some assistance. We have been monitoring the Black Sea God's movements for some time."
Yun Lintian considered this. "What do you know?"
Lan Huiqian leaned forward slightly. "The Black Sea God has recently allied himself with a mysterious figure—a man clad in black armor, wielding a sword darker than the void itself."
Yun Lintian's fingers stilled around his teacup.
Abyssal Ghost Knight.
