Even though I risk the contempt of the world for the sake of my son's future, so what? As long as he can become an emperor, as long as he can become an immortal…
Standing at the city gates crafted from Spirit Stones, Wanlihai smiled in relief. Without a shred of hesitation, under the wary gazes of countless Sea Clan members, he entered the city.
All along the way, members of the Sea Clan who noticed Wanlihai cast peculiar glances at him.
Many of them gulped, their eyes filled with a hint of greed.
A valuable tonic indeed! Surely this rich essence blood tastes delicious.
A quarter of an hour later, Wanlihai entered the glittering palace. Before him was the supreme ruler of the Sea Clan, the Sea Emperor, who possessed Saint King cultivation. He sat on the dragon throne, wearing a golden crown and holding a golden trident.
The spacious great hall was filled with high-ranking members of the Sea Clan, wielding various weapons and all staring intently at Wanlihai.
