On Shuiyun Island, there were currently over thirty boats docked.
The little girl spoke without trying to conceal her words intentionally, so many people leaned out of their windows to look at the elderly man.
"So this is the Peak Master of Celestial Sword White Cloud Peak. I thought he was dead. Didn't expect him to be alive?"
"Shh! What nonsense are you talking about? How can you curse someone of his level to die?"
"What are you scared of? His cultivation is long outdated. Thirty years ago, his cultivation was already crippled."
The elderly man listened to the conversation quietly, immediately pressing the little girl back into her seat and said coldly:
"You talk too much. Sit down at once."
The little girl's face fell. It was clear she hadn't said enough yet, but under her grandfather's stern authority, she didn't dare to say anything more.
On the other boat, the crowd looked stunned and at a loss.
