Qunyi Sea Strait.
Chi Buzi traversed the Great Void, plunging deep into the sea, and had already passed ten thousand miles before finally stopping on a desolate, uninhabited island.
The hands he hid in his sleeves still couldn't stop trembling, his breath ragged; the composure he once possessed had long since been cast ten thousand leagues away, and still he felt his vision flickering with darkness.
"Damn it… that was a Perfected Lord… even an Immortal…"
Chi Buzi panted, trying to calm himself. The fact that he hadn't been blown into a puddle of blue water at the scene meant that his words, at the very least, had won this Perfected Lord's grudging acknowledgement.
"Negotiating with a tiger for its skin… there's simply no other way…"
Chi Buzi's expression gradually darkened:
