In the next moment, a middle-aged man wearing a black leather jacket, with short messy hair, slowly appeared in Ye Xunhuan's line of sight.
The man had a dignified square face, thick eyebrows, and big eyes. He exuded an aura of authority, and his presence alone commanded respect.
"This place is really hard to find. Even though I'm here now, I still don't know which sea area this is!" the man said softly.
"Monarch, truly there is a path to heaven that you would not take; hell has no gate yet you insist on barging in!" Ye Xunhuan spoke through gritted teeth, full of killing intent.
The Monarch chuckled lightly, not taking Ye Xunhuan's words seriously at all.
"Ye Xunhuan, although you and I are enemies, a guest is still a guest; you should understand this principle," the Monarch said plainly, "Moreover, I didn't come here to duel with you!"
"Besides, you wouldn't want to get hurt fighting with me at this moment, would you?"
