On the shore of the Eastern Sea, waves are churning.
The azure sea churns with luminous white foam, over the jet black rocks. A green robe can be seen upon the rocks only if you get close enough to realize there is a human form underneath it.
"Uh..." Du Wuhen opens his eyes, tries to speak, but instead coughs up a mouthful of blood.
"What happened to you?" A man dressed in a black Daoist Robe lands nearby, looks at Du Wuhen lying on the rocks with a detached look.
"Daoist Master Xuan Lu..." Du Wuhen raises his hand, "Save me."
The newcomer was Daoist Xuan Lu, a freshly minted high-ranking member of Penglai Upper Sect. Despite his relative inexperience, he was highly valued by Daoist Cang Sheng for his strategic skills.
"I've already saved you," Daoist Xuan Lu looks down at him, "If it weren't for the life-saving magic artifact I gave you, you wouldn't have been able to escape here. You would have been dead by now."
