Yang Xiao, drenched, made his way from the stern to the bow of the ship, looking completely disheveled—a stark contrast to his master, whom one might liken to the heavens compared to Xiao's position on the earth below.
Standing there, his master had one hand behind his back, unmoved by the surrounding elements, profound and imposing like an ancient mountain—a true embodiment of a grandmaster's demeanor.
He was what one would call a celestial being among mortals.
Looking at his master, Yang Xiao's eyes were filled with longing, wondering when he would be able to reach his master's current level of strength.
Only when his power reached his master's level could he truly be considered invincible in this world!
His current strength, after all, was still too weak.
