In the darkness of night, Bai Qingqian stood by the window, feeling melancholic.
She had just received the news that ten days ago, during the opening of the shellfish season this spring, the Crab Claw Island area in the Outer Sea was suddenly invaded by a group of tiger whales. Three cultivators staged a desperate resistance, saving most of the shell field from damage and ensuring the mortal boat fleet was unscathed, but of the three cultivators, one died and two were injured.
The one who perished was Hou Niao, the Quanzhen Sword Cultivator she had wholeheartedly sought to befriend.
As a cultivator, although she could not yet say her heart was dead, she was undoubtedly feeling a profound sense of loss. It was not so much about the resources she had invested; after all, they meant little in the face of a living being's life. What mattered most was that the Bai Family had lost an opportunity to align with the Quanzhen Sect.