In the stateroom of the tower ship, Chen Xu appeared calm and unmoved, yet the True Qi within him was already boiling and churning.
Within his Sea of Literature, the Literary Qi was also swirling vigorously.
The roaring of the Sea of Literature echoed, with towering waves propelling the inkstone forward.
In the Ink Pool, the Literary Qi surged, standing tall like a sail.
On the desk, a dozen sheets of paper billowed and floated, as if filled with a mysterious wind from heaven and earth.
Such transformations could be described in thousands of words, yet in reality, the Shimmering Star Lake Water Monarch's utterance of "Where is Chen Xu" had just barely faded away.
The giant wave had just been shattered, and the mysterious smoke barely pierced the clouds, standing mid-heaven.
In that moment of smoke, the sky confronted the silent twilight at the horizon.
On the tower ship, the entire place was dead silent.
