The ocean waves were bumping into the rocks, creating countless sprays.
Yin San gazed at the ocean, the faint smile on his face resembling a blossoming flower in spring.
He still had an amicable bearing. Any onlooker would think he was a good-natured fellow, as if he had nothing to worry about at all.
The Great Grandmaster of Mysterious Dark Sect stood behind Yin San and looked at his side profile, feeling sympathy for him. The Great Grandmaster of Mysterious Dark Sect sighed before he took out a bone from his sleeve and had two bites of it.
That was a thin and long bone, looking a bit repugnant; it was unclear whether it was the rib of a sea animal or the arm of a human Cultivation practitioner.
For some reason, the Great Grandmaster of Mysterious Dark Sect thought it was tasteless, so he put it back into his sleeve.
Yin San asked without turning his head around, "You used to like chewing on this kind of bone; has your taste changed?"
