"Does this scene seem familiar to you?"
An old voice echoed from the end of the sea.
Xie Xuanyi was slightly taken aback.
He looked beside Zhou Ceng, where the towering seawater shattered and reassembled, slowly revealing a bright red robe. The elder, leaning on his sword, walked extremely slowly. Ye Zhu did not conceal the fatigue on him, and the ten thousand zhang of seawater bowed respectfully, yet with every step he took, a faint aura of silent annihilation and death emanated.
"Ten years ago, your Master Xie Xuanyi died like this in the North Sea..."
Ye Zhu slowly arrived at the center of the formation.
He looked at the rolling Primordial Sea tornado and spoke softly: "I was above the North Sea back then. Although those who besieged us then are different from now... some scenes are very similar."
"..."
Xie Xuanyi silently stared at Ye Zhu.
This was their third time making eye contact, having encountered each other twice since entering the Secret Tomb.
