Within the mists, the yellow-browed cultivator and his allies’ vision were just as limited.
However, he was a cut above the rest of his comrades in level. His eyes were fixated on the waters, looking for any sign of unrest with his consciousness.
Everyone else found his sudden change of expression rather odd. They followed his gaze into the distance. Aside from the hazy tendrils that obscured their view, they could just barely make out a roiling wave upon the sea.
“What’s that?” someone asked curiously.
“A wave of some sort, but a rather strange one....