Ye Canghai stared at Fang Wang, his gaze flickering as he pondered Fang Wang's words.
Was it a threat, or was it well-intentioned advice?
Ye Canghai slowly retreated; he was seriously injured and indeed needed a place and time to heal.
He noticed that the thick fog he had passed on his way here had closed up again, indicating the other party intended to conceal his tracks.
Whether it was well-intentioned or not, he had no choice but to stay here for the time being.
Ye Canghai moved a hundred yards away and sat down by the seaside to meditate, facing Fang Wang directly with nothing to obstruct their view.
Fang Wang closed his eyes, continuing to reflect on the integration of cultivation techniques.
Enjoying the caress of the sea breeze, he felt quite comfortable, but Ye Canghai was not so relaxed.
Ye Canghai couldn't see through Fang Wang, and his instincts told him that Fang Wang was very strong.