De Run and De Zai raised their heads, locking eyes silently without a word.
Li Fan, curious, "What exactly is going on here? Did the sect master just pay a personal visit?"
"Yes... Brother Li, Zhizhen Palace will handle this matter, so let's not get involved, and please don't mention it to anyone else. Go back and rest."
The two cultivators obviously had something on their minds, but they clearly didn't want to elaborate and promptly stood up to take their leave.
"Oh, okay, sure."
Li Fan watched as the two true immortals flew away in a curtain of light. He walked over to the dock and saw that the Ling Clan members around had also dispersed. The bloodstains and the scattered remains on the outside had been cleaned up spotlessly, the Qing dragon markers in the sky had vanished, and the sea surface wasn't wavering in the slightest—as if nothing had ever happened.
Indeed... there's a problem with Penglai...
Li Fan furrowed his brows.
