That evening.
On the South Sea Coast, within a seaside estate, stood an elegant pavilion.
The night breeze carried the moist and slightly salty air from the ocean, blowing over the area and offering a refreshing feeling.
Upon looking around.
One could see the vast and majestic sea, with its waves undulating under the light of a full moon, creating a spectacular and glimmering sight.
It was enough to open one's mind and uplift one's spirits.
In this gentle and leisurely setting, a man was savoring his tea in the pavilion, with an ancient Bible placed on the table before him. While sipping his tea, he was intently reading with an air of refined grace and charm.
This man was none other than the Hall Master of Divine Soul Hall, Huo Anya.
He was a Westerner.
However, at this moment, his relaxed and elegant demeanor carried a flavor of the noble gentlemen from ancient Huaxia.
Suddenly.
