บท 940: Art

Ren Baqian sat on a piece of rock in front of the Sea God Temple.

Not far in front of him was Zong Shang. He was looking toward the temple with a gentle smile on his face.

He had just watched a sub-temple chief enter the Sea God Temple.

As the wind howled, an abnormally pale-looking man with dry hair and a thin body appeared in front of the two. A large black flag was wrapped tightly around his body.

"Deputy Temple Chief, why aren't you going in?" the man asked with a smile.

"You have arrived, Bo Hai. Since you are here, wait here with me for a few others to arrive!" Zong Shang immediately smiled.

"I'm fine with that." Bo Hai turned to look at Ren Baqian and asked softly, "What are you trying to do?"

"You'll know in a while." Zong Shang smiled and brushed the question away.

"You know the condition of my body. I have gotten a chill on the way here. I should probably head in and rest." Bo Hai frowned and shook his head slightly.