The night breeze was blowing gently, and the ocean waves were rising and falling rhythmically. A small boat was sailing on the ocean, which looked like a black spot that was moving slowly on a piece of large-sized, dark-blue paper. It was sailing in a direction that went against the wind.
Meng Qi was sitting on the bow of the boat. The cold breeze drifted past and brushed his hair when he was sinking in his thoughts.
After meeting up with Liu Luo, Meng Qi had decided to give up temporarily in learning the Tyrant's Invincible Blade as he was afraid of being punished by the mighty people and the Master of the Six Dao of Samsara. He would be looking for a chance to do it without being noticed by them. Thus, instead of staying at the Three-Fairies Island for a longer time, he was already making his way back to Jiangdong at a slow and relaxed pace.