"Understood. I'll be right there."
Li Yan's mind stirred, and a lightning-shaped fissure opened in front of him in the Water Lord Palace. The Hanjiang Trident flew out and landed in Li Yan's hand.
In the divine senses, Li Yan felt a slight connection between the Water Lord Palace and the trident, but he couldn't quite identify what it was.
A third of the Hanjiang patterns on the trident had been erased, signifying that the equivalent of a river's water had been consumed in the expansion of the Water Lord Palace. Naturally, this was worthwhile.
For one thing, now that the Water Lord Palace had established a connection to the abyssal sea vents, it had the reserves of an entire river's water. This meant that in the future, even if Li Yan found himself in an arid desert, the Quanlang Sea Ghost could still exert at least thirty percent of its power.
