Morning arrived softly over the Nine Seas World, the horizon painted with streaks of gold and lavender. The ocean glistened under the rising sun, and the faint cry of seabirds echoed across the docks. From the balcony of the Azure Tide Pavilion, the view was breathtaking.
Lin Mu stood there for a brief moment, breathing in the sea air. The briny scent mingled with the sweetness of distant flowering reefs, and the sound of waves was rhythmic, almost meditative. It was a peaceful world, at least on the surface.
But peace rarely lasted long for cultivators like them.
After a light breakfast of seaweed bread and warm coral grass tea, Lin Mu's group packed their belongings and prepared to leave.
Elyon had already confirmed their teleportation slot the night before, so there was no need to hurry. Still, the streets were bustling even at this hour, the fishermen and traders already hard at work as the group made their way through the city.
