Fuchen had been sitting on the sea shore for a very long time now, buffeted by the waves.
The old man was clearly very tired, as if he was doing something both difficult and dangerous.
There was a very well-hidden cave on the steep cliff next to the sea. Only someone standing on the coast would be able to see it. A person was leaning lazily against the entrance to the cave, sunlight revealing the lower half of his body. However, his face remained in the shadows.
The man was playing around with Fuchen's precious bracelet, occasionally tossing it into the air or kicking it around like a hackysack.
This bracelet contained Fuchen's servant soul, Wraith. Fuchen treated it as his precious child, and had not even let Xia Fei look at it before. But this person didn't care how much Xia Fei valued it, treating it like a toy.
"Come out!" Speaking in a raspy voice, the man thrust his palm at the bracelet. Wraith was forced to emerge, and went down on one knee.