....
Over here.
On the surging sea surface.
Yang Ying, Elder Jingde, Elder Qianqing, Huai Qingyun, Cang Qingyu, and others are working together to deal with the black disaster aura that has already spread in the deep sea.
Suddenly.
Ripples are stirred in the space.
"Sir?" Huai Qingyun exclaimed.
Attracted by the movement, everyone looked towards it, only to see Xuanqing coming through the spatial travel, and quickly stopped their actions.
"Greetings, temple master!" Everyone pinched their fingers and performed a ritual.
"Hmm."
Xuanqing nodded slightly, then pointed at the blackness in the seawater and asked solemnly, "What is going on here?"
"Reporting to the temple master, this is the nuclear waste water discharged by Benzi Country," Yang Ying slightly bowed and then explained:
"Speaking of which, this matter is related to our Great Yan Country."
