The atmosphere inside the cave was tense, and no one spoke; the only sound was that of the tide ebbing and flowing.
All eyes were focused on Cang Xu and Qing Xin.
Ku Feng embraced his arms, his face expressionless.
The Fin Spirit held a Magic Wand, his gaze deep and distant.
The Little Prince cocked a skeletal head, his scrutinizing gaze carrying a hint of inspection.
Even the tri-headed sea snake, an Undead Magic Beast, rested its three heads on a rock, locking on to Cang Xu and Qing Xin.
The heaviest pressure came from the ship ghost, a Golden Level Undead Mage.
Qing Xin pressed her lips tightly together, while Cang Xu's expression remained calm.
Difficulties and interrogation were inevitable.
Before coming here, Cang Xu and Qing Xin had already made ample mental preparations.
