The terrain in Southeast Tongzhou is unique, with four seas evenly distributed, and a small town nestled in the center of them. This place is a crucial traffic hub, where anyone traveling to any destination must pass through.
Yanting and Jia Xitong stopped here, planning to rest for a day before heading back to the academy. However, the entire town was engrossed in talking about one thing—
Guangluo Yuhai.
"What on earth happened? Why are so many powerful cultivators gathered at Guangluo Yuhai?"
"Yesterday, the sounds of their battle could be heard even thirty miles away. My uncle's family fled from a nearby island to the town overnight."
"That's still better. The casualties in Guangluo Yuhai were severe. Gods fought, mortals suffered. Only about a dozen people escaped by boat from Chongyue Island."
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What happened to Guangluo Yuhai?
Having just come from there, the two looked at each other, puzzled. Didn't they rescue hundreds of people from the Kuohai Clan?
