David waved his hand, without saying anything else.
He turned and walked to the window, peering through the gap at the faint outline of a stone pillar in the direction of the distant square, like a desolate silhouette.
Lan Tide was still tied there, motionless in the moonlight, like a stranded fish forgotten on the beach, not knowing if it had the strength to wait for the next tide.
On the streets, golden light flickered between the alleys and streets, like countless hungry eyes observing every corner in the darkness.
Shen Tianhai’s men searched street after street, with footsteps and shouts echoing everywhere. But no matter how they searched, the small room with its tightly closed windows and low-hanging curtains remained as if it had never existed and had never been forced open.
David stood there, his purple eyes reflecting the faint outline of a stone pillar in the distance.
This show has just begun.
Lan tide was still tied there, like a rope hanging over everyone’s heads, without knowing when it would break.
The night was like a piece of silk soaked in ink, pressing heavily over Bibo Island.
The moonlight was covered by thick clouds, leaving only a silvery-white halo faintly visible at the edges.
In the small room on the second floor of the inn, there were no lights, only the faint light from a distant stone lantern sneaked in through the window gap, casting a very thin pale golden line on the wooden floor.
Lan Yuan sat cross-legged in the corner of the room, his back against the wall, with his eyes closed.
That layer of chaotic gray power flowed slowly over his skin like mercury, and every breath brought a warm sensation that seeped into his meridians.
He could feel his drained dantian slowly recovering, like the first drops of water finally seeping from the bottom of a river that had been dry for too long.
The spiritual energy that had been drained by the restrictive shackles gradually returned, slowly but surely.
He opened his eyes and looked at the faint gray light on his arm.
The light was calm and gentle, but it contained a power he had never seen before—the power to isolate the suppression of the heavenly laws, allowing aquatic cultivators who had left the waters to maintain their lives on land.
He had lived for over a thousand years and had never seen such power recorded in any ancient texts.
Asami and Fukami sat on the other side of the room, their backs against the wall, both closed their eyes, meditating.
Their injuries were not as severe as Lan Yuan’s, but the restrictions set by Shen Tianhai still damaged their meridians.
Under the protection of the chaotic power, the damage slowly recovered, and their skin condition was better than before.
Shenliu opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping across the dimly lit room before finally settling on David by the window.
David stood there, turned to the side, looking at the street through the window gap, like a still statue.
He stood there for a long time, his posture barely changing, only occasionally shifting his gaze slightly to follow the golden light illuminating the path.
“How are things outside?” Shenliu asked in a low, hoarse and restrained voice.
“Still looking.”
David’s voice was soft, but he didn’t turn his head. “The situation is a little more tense than before. Shen Tianhai has blocked all exit routes from the island, and even the docks are guarded.”
“If he can’t find us, he’ll eventually narrow his search area.”
Asahi opened his eyes, his voice sounding worried, “Even though this inn is remote, it is not completely isolated.”
“So we have to wait.”
David’s voice remained calm, “Wait until their guard drops, until they think we’re gone, until they turn their attention elsewhere.”
Lan Yuan was silent for a moment before asking, “How long will it take?”
“At least one day.”
David said, “The isolation effect of the Power of Chaos can last for twenty-four hours, which is enough for us to wait for the right opportunity. Going out now will only lead us into Shen Tianhai’s trap.”
Lan Yuan did not speak. He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
His gaze penetrated the darkness of the room, fixed on the blurry daylight outside the window, as if he was looking for something.
He couldn’t see the square, the stone pillars, or the ebb and flow of Lan, but he knew the woman was there.
Tied to a stone pillar, barely able to survive in the seawater, he slowly withered under the oppression of the law.
David seemed to feel her gaze, turned his head slightly, and glanced at her: “Your sister can still survive. Shen Tianhai will not let her die; she is his biggest bargaining card.”
“I know,” Lan Yuan said quietly, “but I can’t stop thinking about it.”
The room was quiet again, only the occasional footsteps of patrol officers and shouts could be heard from outside the window.
FAQ Novel
Q: What is the duration of the protective power?
A: The protective power will last for a maximum of three hours.
Q: What is the primary effect of David’s power on Lan Yuan and the others?
A: David’s power significantly reduces the oppressive and eroding effects of heavenly laws on their meridians and dantian.
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