The sea waves roared, pounding against the rocks, and on a hillside a kilometer away from the shore, a figure sat motionless.
He had been sitting for half a month.
After half a month, Ye Qiu opened his eyes, his body's black flame power had finally recovered to five layers.
Ye Qiu stopped cultivating and went to the seaside, pausing for a while at the spot where Liusheng Xuzhu had disappeared.
To his surprise, he found the Duanchang Sword, the heirloom broken sword of Liusheng Xuzhu.
He couldn't help but smile, this warrior from Japan had fled in such a hurry that he didn't even dare to look back and pick up his Duanchang Sword—he truly valued his life more than gold!
Taking the Duanchang Sword into his possession, Ye Qiu caught a few fish from the sea, set up a fire by the shore, used the Duanchang Sword to scrape the scales, and started to grill the fish.
Before long, the fish was cooked, and its delicious aroma wafted through the air while Ye Qiu smacked his lips.