Yao Qing was slightly startled, sensing the overwhelming aura emanating from Bai Xiao.
Her thoughts swiftly turned, recalling that Bai Xiao had come to East Sea City to participate in a competition in the Secret Martial World, which should be nearly concluded by now.
"Right, how did your competition go? Did you win?"
Bai Xiao slowly lifted his head, half of his facial contour obscured by shadows.
He replied with just two words.
"Champion."
...
At 1:30 in the afternoon, East Sea City, Blue Bay Pier.
In the depths of the harbor, ferries lay quietly anchored, their white hulls rimmed with gold by sunlight, as flags fluttered in the breeze. Among them, a towering cruise ship dropped anchor, glistening faintly.
Not far away, on the pier, beside trees, under the shadows of tall buildings.
A figure in a large black trench coat stood in silence.
