Chapter 10: The Blood Sun Descends (Part One)
A warm current of energy flowed from Owen’s palm into Adai’s body. Knowing that Adai’s mind worked a bit slowly, Owen guided the true essence at a deliberately sluggish pace so that Adai could remember it. While circulating his energy, Owen continuously repeated the cultivation incantation. Completing one full cycle along the prescribed meridian route surprisingly took an entire night.
With Owen’s assistance, Adai had entered a state of meditative absorption. The energy transmitted by Owen gradually merged with the life force from the Rebirth Fruit, which was dispersed throughout Adai’s hundred meridians, and began to circulate slowly. He felt as though his entire body were nestled within a massive warming stove, experiencing an indescribable comfort. Once freed from Owen’s control, the speed of his energy circulation gradually increased; he only regained full awareness after completing seven full cycles.
“How is it? How do you feel?” After helping Adai complete his morning cultivation session, Owen spent some time regulating his own breath before locking the courtyard gate from the inside and heading over to Xier’s house, where he stayed for the day. When Xier asked about Adai, Owen offered an excuse to deflect the question. He knew that the first cultivation of the Life-Generation Technique was critically important, and Adai could not be disturbed in any way.
A Dai got out of bed and glanced at the sky outside, startled to discover that night had already fallen. Although he had remained in meditative absorption for a full day and night, his bloodlines flowed with surprising smoothness. “Uncle, my whole body feels light and buoyant. There’s something faint stirring constantly within me; it’s a very pleasant sensation.”
Owen nodded with satisfaction and said, “To achieve this much in just one day is already impressive. Remember, when I first began cultivating, it took me a full seven days to reach the level you’ve attained now. This shows that the Fruit of Rebirth truly provides the greatest benefit for practicing the Samsara Technique. Alright, rest a while and have something to eat; I’ve prepared everything for you. After your meal, you’ll have two hours for activity. You may practice your magic as well, but to avoid causing a sensational disturbance, you must practice only inside this room. Whatever you do, don’t set the house on fire.” The most important reason Owen agreed to let A Dai continue practicing magic was his understanding that, although his own martial skills ranked among the finest on the continent, the decades he had spent as an assassin had earned him far too many enemies. If A Dai could cultivate another identity, it would spare them many unnecessary troubles when the time came for him to avenge Owen.
A day of cultivation had greatly lifted A Dai’s spirits. Blushing slightly, he said, “Uncle, don’t worry; I absolutely won’t burn the house down. I’ll go eat now.” With that, he hurried out. He suddenly realized that this uncle who had abducted him didn’t seem so detestable after all.
After the meal, eager to save time, A Dai skipped any rest and immediately immersed himself in magical practice. Since his practice time was short and confined to the room, he could only employ meditation to enhance his spiritual power. Meditative cultivation for magic differed entirely from entering meditative absorption to cultivate true qi. Because meditation itself trains the concentration of spiritual energy, it is not easily disrupted; one can regain full awareness at any moment. Entering absorption, however, is different. Cultivating battle qi equates to harnessing the latent power of one’s own body; the entire celestial cycle must be completed before dispersing the energy. Therefore, interrupting battle qi cultivation midway is strictly forbidden. Once disturbed, one极易 deviates into demonic possession. After A Dai had meditated for two hours, Owen called him to stop.
“A-Dai, actually, if you focus solely on cultivating your mental energy, it will not only have no negative effect on your cultivation of the Shengsheng Jue but will even provide a certain boost. The stronger your mental energy, the easier it becomes to control the true qi within your body; this is indeed a good approach. The most fundamental element of magic is magical power, which is essentially mental energy. Here’s what we’ll do: from now on, I will allocate three hours each day for your meditation. At this stage, practicing seven cycles of seated meditation to cultivate true qi daily will be sufficient. For the remaining time, you will study various subjects with me.”
A-Dai asked somewhat puzzledly, “If I only meditate to increase my magical power without practicing actual magic spells, will that affect my ability to use fire magic?”
Owen laughed heartily and said, “When did you become so clever, kid? Solely meditating will certainly affect your control over magic. However, magical power is the very foundation of magic; only with high magical power can you cast powerful spells, isn’t that right? Actually, once your cultivation of the Shengsheng Jue reaches a certain level, magic will become less useful. For someone like me, unless facing a Magister or higher, it’s difficult for anyone to cause me harm. The greatest characteristic of the Shengsheng Jue is its ability to suppress all evil energies; it is the most authentic form of holy battle qi. When the intensity of battle qi surpasses the attacking power of magic, magic simply cannot inflict any damage. Perhaps you don’t understand this yet, but you will in time.”
A-Dai scratched his head and said, “In that case, I’ll start with meditation and seated practice first. Uncle, shall we begin sitting in meditation right now?”
Owen nodded and said, “The foundation at the beginning is extremely important. The Shengsheng Jue consists of nine levels in total. Only when you reach the third level will I teach you anything else. For now, begin your meditation. Today I won’t assist you; continue practicing according to yesterday’s circulation path until that faint qi current completes seven full circles within your body, then you may stop.”
A Dai sat on the bed and, with Owen’s help, assumed a posture with his five centers facing upward. Just as Owen was about to begin circulating his own energy, A Dai suddenly opened his eyes again.
“What’s wrong, A Dai? Is something uncomfortable?” Owen asked with concern. Although the Shengsheng Jue is an orthodox cultivation method, it is still very prone to errors.
A Dai’s face flushed red. Lowering his head, he said, “Uncle, I’ve forgotten the incantation you taught me yesterday. Also, I can no longer locate the pathway for the qi circulation.”
Owen nearly fainted. He had recited the incantations all night long, yet at such a slow pace of cultivation, A-Dai still hadn’t managed to remember them.
A-Dai hung his head and said, “Uncle, am I very stupid?”
Owen thought to himself, Stupid? He’s not just stupid; he’s incredibly stupid! He walked over to A-Dai and said, “I’ll guide you through another cycle of cultivation, but this time I’ll speed up. Pay attention and remember.” With that, he began chanting the incantations while helping A-Dai circulate the true energy within his body. Under Owen’s guidance for one full cycle, A-Dai quickly entered the proper state and began cultivating on his own. By dawn the next day, he had successfully completed seven cycles of the Shengsheng Jue.
From then on, A-Dai settled into a regular routine. Each morning, after waking from his cultivation, Owen began teaching him the language of the Suoyu Federation used by the Xibo tribe. Although A-Dai learned slowly, he possessed remarkable perseverance; generally, even if it took him three times longer than an average person, he would eventually memorize everything. In the afternoons, Owen gave him several hours of free time, which A-Dai usually spent playing with several of Xi’er’s grandchildren. It was precisely through constant interaction with them that A-Dai gradually became lively and cheerful. In the evenings, after dinner, A-Dai would begin meditating. Once all the townspeople had fallen asleep, Owen would wake him to switch to cultivating the Shengsheng Jue. At first, A-Dai could never remember the incantations or the complex pathways for circulating energy. It wasn’t until Owen had guided him in cultivation for nearly a month that he barely managed to commit them to memory. Owen told Xi’er that he had saved up enough money to retire here, so he no longer needed to work. Although not all the money he had earned as an assassin remained in his possession, it was still more than sufficient to support both himself and A-Dai. Since reaching adulthood, Owen had never experienced such leisure. After a month had passed, he seemed to have forgotten his former identity entirely, fully integrating himself into life in Shitang Town.
This day is the fourteenth of April in the year 989 of the Sacred Calendar.
Early in the morning, both Adai and Owen sensed something unusual in the air. Standing in the courtyard and gazing up at the sky, Owen noted that by this time the sun should already have risen high, yet today everything remained shrouded in darkness. Thick clouds blocked out the sunlight, casting an eerie gloom over the land. As gusts of cold wind swept through, Adai, standing beside Owen, couldn’t help but shiver. Suddenly, he felt an ominous premonition, though he couldn’t quite explain what it was.
Frowning, Owen said, “What’s happening today? Why is the sky so dark?”
Adai replied, “Yes! It feels so oppressive, as if my entire body is uneasy. Uncle, could something be wrong? Ah! Uncle, look quickly—the dark clouds in the sky are turning red!”
Owen was startled and looked up. Indeed, the originally gray-black storm clouds were gradually turning red. This strange celestial phenomenon seemed to remind him of something. Suddenly, the crimson blood-clouds began to fade, and the sun appeared directly overhead in the sky. Its originally dazzling golden radiance transformed into an eerie bloody glow, dyeing the entire earth in hues of blood. Owen cried out involuntarily, “The Blood Sun descends upon the heavens.”
A-Dai stared blankly and asked, “Uncle, what does ‘the Blood Sun descends upon the heavens’ mean?”
Owen shook his head without answering, yet he felt an indescribable strangeness within his heart. He had only heard legends about the Blood Sun’s descent; it was said to occur only once every thousand years, marking the day when evil qi would reach its peak. Owen touched his chest, where rampant evil energy surged throughout his body. With great effort, he circulated his Shengsheng True Qi to suppress the sinister sensation, then said, “A-Dai, Uncle needs to meditate for a while. You’d better not go outside; practice your magic at home instead. Starting tonight, increase your cultivation cycles to nine revolutions per session.” Having spoken, Owen returned to his room. He urgently needed to cultivate the Shengsheng Technique to restrain the surging evil qi threatening to burst forth.
The Holy See, Temple of Prayer.
Four figures clad in great red cloaks stood at the four corners of the elevated platform in the center of the grand hall; they were the four Cardinal Priests who managed the affairs of the Holy See. At the center of the platform, an elderly man with white hair and beard, tall and slender, placed one hand over his left chest while pressing his forehead with the other. His golden priestly robes and the golden crown upon his head proclaimed his noble status. Below the platform, twelve priests in white sat cross-legged in a circle around it. Chants resonated continuously throughout the hall, while a sacred aura emanated steadily from the Temple of Prayer.
Outside the Temple of Prayer, a total of eighteen hundred mid- and high-ranking monks and priestesses likewise chanted the Prayer Incantation. Their soaring prayers echoed across the heavens, merging with the sacred aura radiating from the temple as surging holy power rushed ceaselessly toward the sky. The eerie energy emitted by the blood-red sun in the heavens formed a stark contrast with the divine atmosphere pouring forth from the Temple of Prayer. As the chanting continued, pale red raindrops suddenly began to fall from the sky. Though not heavy, the rain stained the pristine white robes of the priests crimson.
Inside the Temple of Prayer, the chanting ceased. The elderly man at the center of the platform sighed deeply. “When the blood sun hangs in the sky, monsters are bound to emerge; when blood rain falls upon the world, calamity becomes inevitable. It seems, then, that the will of Heaven cannot be defied!”
One of the Cardinal Priests spoke: “Your Holiness, we have done all within our power. When the calamity arrives in more than a decade, if we can successfully endure it, this millennial tribulation shall finally pass.”
The elder clad in golden robes nodded and said, “From this moment onward, order all clergy to enter a state of combat readiness. Meanwhile, the four of you must begin your preparations as well. Furthermore, initiate the Savior Project immediately. The Millennial Catastrophe concerns the fate of the entire continent; according to the records in the Holy Scripture of the Church, the previous Millennial Catastrophe once caused immense suffering among all living beings. Let us hope we can successfully navigate through this one. If we can successfully locate the Savior, our task will become far easier; therefore, you must search for him with utmost urgency.” Silently sighing within his heart, he reflected that a thousand years ago, it was precisely the advent of that great calamity which gave rise to the Holy See as it stands today. That catastrophe once swept across the entire continent, claiming countless lives among all creatures. At the final moment, the Heavenly God manifested upon the world, incarnating as the Savior who finally expelled the evil. The very day when evil was completely eradicated marked Year One of the Divine Era, and that Savior became the first Pope. Before his death, he once prophesied that a calamity would inevitably arise after a thousand years. Today’s omen of the blood-red sun has precisely confirmed his prophecy. Eleven years from now, when the Divine Era reaches its millennium, the calamity shall descend upon the human world once again. He wondered whether he, as the current Pope inheriting the power of the gods, would be capable of dispelling that impending disaster. It seemed his only hope lay in finding a new Savior.
The four cardinals clad in crimson robes bowed simultaneously and replied, “Yes, Your Holiness, the Pope.”
The Pope surveyed them all around, then chanted softly, “May the Heavenly God grant us His protection.” With a flash of light, he vanished from the center of the high platform. The four crimson-robed cardinals channeling their magical energy drifted down from the platform. Suddenly, a little girl around ten years old, dressed in a white gown, her skin as smooth and delicate as carved jade, ran over and tugged at the robe of a tall cardinal, complaining playfully, “Daddy, Daddy, what were you all doing just now!”
The priest in red robes paused for a moment, then quickly lifted the girl into his arms and whispered, “Yueyue, who told you to come here? Didn’t we agree you’d wait at home?”
Yueyue pouted her little lips and said, “But both you and Mom went out, leaving Yueyue all alone. It’s so boring!”
The other three priests in red robes had already departed. Twelve priests in white robes rose to their feet. One tall priestess in white stepped forward, took Yueyue from the red-robed priest’s arms, and whispered gently, “Be good, Yueyue. Mom will take you home right now.”
The priest in red shook his head; regarding this daughter of his, he truly had no solution at all.

The Descent of the Blood Sun (Part 2)
The blood-red sun and crimson rain persisted for a full day before gradually dissipating, restoring everything to normal. A-Dai remained gloomy throughout the entire day, lacking even the mood to practice magic. For some unknown reason, his heart kept pounding unusually fast, as if something significant had occurred. Only after the blood sun and rain vanished did Owen emerge from his meditative state; having battled the evil force continuously for an entire day, he appeared exceptionally exhausted.
“Uncle, have you finished your meditation?” A-Dai asked as he watched Owen, whose face looked somewhat pale, step out of the room.
Owen nodded, still trembling slightly as he said, “Such incredibly powerful evil energy! It seems that the legendary calamity is indeed real!”
A Dai obviously didn’t understand Owen’s words and said, “Uncle Shier came by today. I told him you were ill and resting. Uncle Shier said that none of the fishermen went out to sea today. He wanted to ask if you knew what was happening.”
Owen replied, “Alright, let’s have something to eat first. After the meal, stay home and meditate on your own; I’ll go visit your Uncle Shier.”
A Dai nodded obediently and said, “Okay, let’s eat.” The two had a simple meal, after which Owen left, while A Dai remained at home alone and entered a state of meditation.
This sudden meteorological anomaly threw the entire continent into panic; some rejoiced, others despaired, yet no one could explain the cause of this abrupt Blood Sun. The phenomenon persisted for several months before finally subsiding. The four kingdoms of the continent continuously implemented policies to soothe public unrest, but the Holy See offered no explanation regarding the incident, quietly giving rise to growing dissatisfaction with the Church. It took a full year of social turmoil before the impacts of the Blood Sun and Blood Rain completely vanished. Nevertheless, an eerie atmosphere began to permeate the continent.
In the fifth month of the Sacred Year 990, A Dai had already been in Shitang Town for one year and two months.
“Brother A Dai, you’ve grown so much taller since you first arrived.”
Thirteen-year-old A Dai looked at Xi Fei, the little girl two years his junior standing before him, and smiled. “Really? I’ve been eating more lately; it seems I have indeed grown quite a bit.” At thirteen, A Dai already stood about 1.6 meters tall, making him relatively tall among children his age. Over the past year, apart from guiding A Dai in cultivating the Sheng Sheng Jue, Owen had not taught him any other martial arts. Within this year, A Dai had mastered the language of the Suo Yu Federation. Since the six major races of the Federation differed only in accent, Owen had taught A Dai specifically the Xiboyin dialect of the Suo Yu Federation language. A Dai practiced with extraordinary diligence; through his relentless efforts, he could now complete twenty-seven full cycles of energy circulation in a single night. His cultivation of the Sheng Sheng Jue had also reached the second realm. A Dai had once asked Owen what level of cultivation was required before he could leave. Owen had not answered directly, merely telling him that there was still much he needed to learn. Now, Owen had begun teaching A Dai the language of the Holy See, which, after all, was the common tongue across the continent and an essential subject A Dai must master. Having just finished today’s language lesson, A Dai was playing by the seaside with Xi Er’s granddaughter and two grandsons. Thanks to over a year of cultivating the Sheng Sheng Jue, A Dai’s physique had become far stronger than when he had left Nino City. Although he could hardly be called handsome, his honest and simple demeanor had won him the affection of the villagers here.
“Brother A Dai, shall we go swimming in the sea?” Xi Feng, Xi Er’s eldest grandson, now eight years old, suggested. It was already May; for these children who had lived by the sea all their lives, it was perfectly suitable to begin swimming. According to generational seniority, they ought to call A Dai “Uncle,” but since their ages were close, they all addressed him as “Brother A Dai” whenever no adults were present.
Adai wasn’t a strong swimmer; he had only gone swimming a few times under the guidance of Xifei’s father. After a moment’s hesitation, he lowered his head and said, “You all go ahead. I’m not good at swimming.”
Xilei, Xifei’s youngest brother who was only four years old, shouted, “I want to go! I want to go too!”
Xifei replied, “No, you’re still too young. Go home quickly. Swimming is for us older kids; you can’t join us.”
Xilei’s eyes immediately turned red. He reached out his chubby little hand, grabbed the hem of his sister’s dress, and pleaded, “Sister, Sister, please take me with you. Xilei will be very well-behaved.”
A-Dai crouched down on the ground, pulling Xi Lei into his arms. “Xi Lei, be good. The seawater is too dangerous; you’re still too young to swim. Big brother A-Dai won’t swim either. How about we play with sand on the shore instead?”
Xi Lei looked at A-Dai and nodded. “Alright, but Big Brother A-Dai, you have to build me a big castle, okay?”
Ah Dai nodded and said to Xi Fei, “Sister Fei, you and Xiao Feng go ahead. I’ll stay here with Lei Lei. But don’t swim too far out; the water can be very dangerous.”
Xi Fei and her younger brother Xi Feng took off their outer clothes, replied with a promise, and then laughing and shouting, they rushed into the sea. Since childhood, under their father’s guidance, they had learned how to swim, so the calm seawater posed no challenge for them. Within moments, they disappeared from sight. Ah Dai and Xi Lei began playing with sand on the beach. Ah Dai was very patient and enjoyed himself greatly playing with the four-year-old Xi Lei.
Suddenly, a dark cloud drifted across the previously clear sky. The sea breeze immediately grew stronger, stirring up waves on the once-calm surface of the sea. The waves were rising.
Ah Dai stood up, gazing intently at the distant sea, but he could not spot the siblings Xi Fei and Xi Feng. Muttering to himself, he said, “Why haven’t they returned yet? With waves this big, there could be danger.”
Xi Lei shook A-Dai’s hand and said, “Brother A-Dai, Sister and the others will be fine.”
Rain poured down, scattered across the beach by gusts of cold wind. Anxious, A-Dai walked to the seaside and gazed into the distance, yet still saw no sign of Xi Fei or the others. Turning to Xi Lei, he urged, “Lei Lei, it’s raining. Go home first and tell your grandfather to hurry over. Little Fei and Xiao Feng still haven’t returned. I’ll wait here.”
Xi Lei nodded and turned to run back toward the town. The wind grew stronger, the waves higher, yet Xi Fei and Xi Feng remained nowhere to be seen. They were all A-Dai’s good friends; in his heart, he had long considered them family. Overcome with worry, he stepped closer to the water’s edge, letting the seawater soak his trouser legs.
No, he couldn’t keep waiting like this. If anything happened to Xi Fei or Xi Feng, how could he ever face Uncle Xi Er? With that thought, A-Dai threw off his outer garment and plunged swiftly into the sea. Although his swimming skills were far from excellent, his cultivation of the Sheng Sheng Jue had forged an exceptionally robust physique. Regulating his breath, he struggled tirelessly against the surging waves. Before long, the currents carried him deep into the ocean; the shoreline had dwindled into a blurred straight line. As he swam, he continuously called out the names of Xi Fei and Xi Feng. Yet his voice was completely drowned out by the roaring sea. In this boundless expanse of water, how could anyone possibly hear him? Even now, he remained unaware that he himself had fallen into grave danger.
As waves rose on the sea, Xi Er’s three sons brought their boats back home early. Just as they stepped through the doorway, they met Xi Lei, who had rushed back to deliver news; without resting for a moment, they immediately headed to the seaside.
Xi Lei shouted, “Father, look! Aren’t those our older brother and sister?” Indeed, Xi Fei and Xi Feng had just emerged from the sea onto the beach.
Xi Fei spotted them too and ran over excitedly, calling out, “Father, Second Uncle, Third Uncle, why have you all come?”
Xi Fei’s father, Xi Zhong, spoke gravely: “You are far too reckless! How dare you swim in the sea amid such huge waves? What if the seawater had swept you away?”
Xi Fei stuck out her tongue, took her father’s hand, and said in a sweet voice, “Dad, don’t worry. Feng and I are such strong swimmers; how could anything happen to us? Playing in the waves was so much fun! It was just a bit tiring swimming back.” She then turned to her younger brother and asked, “Lei Lei, where is Brother Adai? Weren’t you with him?”
Xi Lei was startled. He looked at his father, Xi Bai, and said, “Isn’t Brother Adai waiting for you on the shore? Why can’t I see him?”
Xi Zhong glanced at his two brothers and said, “Everyone, search quickly! Adai would never leave Fei’er and Feng’er behind and return alone. He must be nearby.” Although he said this, a sense of foreboding gnawed at him. The beach was so flat, without any cover; if Adai were here, they should have spotted him immediately.
Xi Feng suddenly exclaimed, “Dad, Eldest Uncle, Third Uncle, look! Isn’t this Brother Adai’s outer garment?”
Xi Zhong, Xi Fa, and Xi Bai rushed forward. Sure enough, Ah Dai’s outer garment lay on the beach, completely soaked by the rain. The three exchanged glances. Xi Zhong’s face changed as he said, “This is bad. Ah Dai must have gone into the sea to look for you two. This is terrible; his swimming skills aren’t good. He’ll likely struggle to make it back. Third Brother, hurry and inform Uncle Owen. Second Brother, let’s head into the sea to search for him.”
By now, Ah Dai could no longer see the shore. Beneath the dim, dark clouds, waves continuously battered his body. Wiping seawater from his face, Ah Dai anxiously scanned his surroundings, shouting, “Fei’er, Xiao Feng, where are you?” Even now, his thoughts remained fixed on the safety of Xi Fei and Xi Feng. A large wave crashed over him, forcing a mouthful of salty seawater down his throat. The bitter taste made him feel exceedingly unwell. His strength was fading little by little, and crisis was gradually closing in on Ah Dai.
Suddenly, while floating on the sea’s surface, Ah Dai felt a sharp pain shoot up from beneath his foot, as if something had pierced his leg. Crying out in pain, he bent down to feel around, encountering a slippery creature. On this slick body was a sharp spine, already deeply embedded in the muscle of his thigh. Bright red blood began spreading into the seawater surrounding him. Ah Dai gripped the slippery creature with both hands and forcefully pulled it free. His entire right leg went completely numb as blood continued to flow steadily. Ah Dai gasped sharply; the Shengsheng True Energy within his body automatically shifted to the wound, sealing off the blood vessels there and stopping further bleeding. The seawater constantly irritated the injury, and Ah Dai nearly fainted from the agony.
The slippery creature held in his hands suddenly began thrashing violently, seemingly trying to escape Ah Dai’s grip. Ah Dai lifted it before his eyes and discovered it was a strange golden fish about two chi long. Its entire body shimmered with golden light. Unlike any fish Ah Dai had seen before, not only was its color different, but it also possessed an additional glittering golden beak. It was precisely this beak, as long as its body, that had just pierced through Ah Dai’s thigh.
A Dai gripped the strange fish’s mouth with one hand and its tail with the other, floating entirely on the sea’s buoyancy. Having lost a considerable amount of blood, waves of dizziness kept surging through him as relentless waves continued to batter his body. The strange fish struggled repeatedly but could not break free from A Dai’s powerful grip.
Staring blankly at the creature, A Dai said, “Why… why did you stab me? It hurts!” The fish twisted slightly; seawater flowed over its eyelids as if it were shedding tears. Its two peculiar eyes, shimmering with golden light, gazed sorrowfully at A Dai, seemingly begging him to set it free.
A Dai’s heart softened. “I’ll let you go,” he said, “but don’t stab me again, and never stab anyone else either.” With that, he flung the fish outward into the sea. The golden light flashed a few times within the water before the strange fish vanished completely.
A-Dai carefully touched the wound on his leg, which had stopped bleeding, and continued shouting, “Fei’er, Xiao Feng, where are you? It’s me, A-Dai!” After only a few cries, his voice grew hoarse. Under the relentless battering of the waves, A-Dai’s consciousness began to fade.
Just as A-Dai was about to lose consciousness, a flash of golden light appeared, and the strange golden fish returned. It rubbed its long snout against A-Dai’s body, holding something in its mouth.
Wiping seawater from his face, A-Dai gasped, “Is this for me?”
Surprisingly, the strange fish seemed to understand and nodded. A-Dai plucked the object from the fish’s mouth; it turned out to be a white jade ring. At first glance, there was nothing extraordinary about it. Blinking his blurred eyes, A-Dai勉强 slipped the ring onto the index finger of his left hand. Just then, a massive wave crashed over him, instantly knocking him unconscious.
On the shore, led by Xi Bai, Owen rushed anxiously to the beach where Adai had entered the water. Powerful waves continuously crashed against the sandy shore. Xi Fei, Xi Feng, and Xi Lei stood by the water’s edge; Xi Fei and Xi Feng clearly knew they had caused trouble and kept their heads down in silence. Owen urgently asked, “Fei’er, have your father and your second uncle found Adai yet?”