Xiao Chen had not expected Jin Sanyi and Hai Yuntian to come to this place. What attraction had drawn them to this small seaside town? And there were those strange recluses that the old fisherman had once mentioned, seemingly hidden among them.
This ordinary-looking seaside town seemed to have an unknown side to it.
Xiao Chen did not follow them into the tavern but instead sat down at a nearby teahouse. Although he could not appreciate the fine tea, he still ordered a pot of Longjing tea.
The sea breeze brushed gently by, carrying the faint salty scent of seawater which hit him head-on. Dozens of seagulls traced beautiful arcs in the sky before diving towards the azure blue ocean.
This was a very ordinary town. Autumn had arrived, and leaves were falling like dancing yellow butterflies. Sitting there, Xiao Chen quietly sensed his surroundings and felt that the Spiritual Energy around him was somewhat abnormal.
