The white sand was like silver, sprawling along the edge of the deep brown seawater, with no end in sight.
Waves surged intermittently, only to retreat at an even faster pace—bold yet timid.
Bai Wuxin gazed at the imposing man before him, his eyes becoming icy cold, "Zhao Wuji."
Zhao Wuji, the Sect Leader of the Ba Dao Sect, the head of "Three Sabers" among the Three Swords and Three Fools, a well-known young Grandmaster under the starry sky.
It was widely rumored that Zhao Wuji had been recruited by the Royal Family, a well-kept dog.
Now, it seemed to be true.
"Are you trying to stop me?" Bai Wuxin asked out loud.
"Isn't it obvious?" Zhao Wuji laughed heartily and responded, "I'm standing right here, and it's certainly not to listen to the waves or admire the moon."
"Besides, there's no moon tonight... Such a pity, a real pity..."
As a top-level martial artist, he had high standards for the battle environment.
