The Sun hung high in the sky, draping down an endless amount of light.
On the vast ocean floated six men with drastically different temperament and a beautiful lady in blue.
It was Ling Xian, Yan Ning Zhi, and the five completion leveled cultivators who lent a helping hand.
"Thank you, everyone, for helping me."
Piggybacking Zi Dong Lai’s body, Ling Xian formed a fist with one hand and cupped it with another to show his respect. He smiled from the bottom of his heart. "If the few of you didn’t rush in to help me, I would be a dead man by now."
"You are being polite. Based on what I saw, you are not an idiot who rushes into a fight if you knew death was the only way. Even without our help, you would’ve had the ability to get away." The elderly man stroke his beard as he revealed a warm smile.