Shen Xuan walked deliberately to the seaside a hundred miles away.
Night fell.
Three groups of cultivators saw Shen Xuan leaving the area where private combat is prohibited in the Immortal City.
Gradually accelerating their pace, they closed in.
"Ah, fishing now is really not that easy!"
Looking at the dark current lurking in the sea, Shen Xuan sighed softly.
Didn't catch any big fish!
Shen Xuan turned around and greeted the approaching cultivators.
"Fellow Daoists, have you come for me?"
"Today's weather is quite nice!"
After his words fell.
The temperature suddenly dropped, and snowflakes began to fall.
Half an hour later.
Shen Xuan's solitary figure stood by the seaside.
Expressionless, his mind as calm as water.
Amidst the night, on the surface of the sea.
Countless demon fish and demon shrimp swarmed in, opening their mouths to devour every bit of flesh and blood debris.
The three groups of seven, all in Foundation Establishment Realm.
