On a deserted island…0

At sunset, crimson clouds filled the sky and a red tide crashed against the shore. A streak of evasion light, like a shooting star, sped in. It paused above the island, then angled downward and flashed into the central forest, revealing a figure carrying a black coffin. It was Qin Sang.0

After retrieving his incarnation, he had flown in one direction nonstop for a day and a night. Once he was sure he was safe, he descended upon this island to rest for a moment and inspect his spoils.0

Glancing around, Qin Sang drove his ebony sword to dig a cave at the base of an old tree. He set several concealment barriers, slipped into the cave dwelling, and the island returned to silence.0

Inside the cave dwelling, after a brief adjustment of his breathing, Qin Sang took out two Mustard Seed Pouches and placed them before him.0

Each pouch bore the hasty seals...0