Zhao Hai was stunned. His expression changed. He wanted to stop them, but the space didn't care. A white light enveloped the two people on the Dao Lotus. Zhao Hai knew it was too late to stop them. He couldn't help but smile bitterly.
After a while, the white light disappeared. Zhao Hai realized that the eight trigrams pond was changing again. A vine had grown out from each eye of the Yin Yang fish. The two vines extended into the air and grew together, forming an even bigger vine. At the top of the vine was a Lotus of the way. On the Lotus sat a person. The person was dressed in a white robe. He had black hair and fair skin. He was sitting there with his hands in a gesture, looking very dignified. However, he was carrying a long, pitch-black blade on his back. This person looked exactly like Zhao Hai, except that his eyes were closed.
