In a secluded corner of the blood sea, Qin Huai and Wang Kun reconvened. A frosty silence enveloped the pair as they sat, cross-legged in mid-air, immersed in deep contemplation over the enigma that was the blood sea.
After a prolonged period of quiet introspection, Qin Huai broke the silence with a resigned sigh. "I'm at a loss. I have no clue at all."
Wang Kun opened his eyes slowly, his voice laced with frustration. "We've scoured every inch of the blood sea, but not a single clue has surfaced. The black and white skulls in the ethereal mirage array were destroyed, so the blood sea should have ceased to exist." He scratched his head in frustration.
Observing Wang Kun's flushed countenance and the trace of blood on his nose, Qin Huai pointed out, "Elder Wang, you have a nosebleed."