"Yihai Prefecture? Nu Yun River?"
Ninghai Zen relaxed upon hearing this, clasped his hands behind his back, and laughed heartily to the sky:
"Ah Qi, do not panic. Your teacher has already made arrangements and preparations on all sides.
No disaster or calamity shall harm a single hair of my student's head."
Qiu Changtian glanced sideways, sneering:
"Your so-called preparations and arrangements, are they not to seek an old flame from the Water Monarch Palace? Or perhaps to let your master Chen Xing lead the way?
Lao Ning, listen to my advice—don't rely on your own brute strength and underestimate the power of disasters and calamities.
Since ancient times, divine techniques cannot compare to fate, let alone someone as ordinary as you."
Ninghai Zen did not respond, but after a moment coldly said:
"If the Celestial Lord still exists, why is there the loss of the Dao? If the Celestial Lord opens his eyes, why does the Turbid Tide arise?
