The sun was bright, and the waves continuously crashed onto the beach, sending up rows of white spray.
Xuanwu stood on the beach, gazing at the distant thunderclouds, his brow furrowed, eyes filled with worry.
Those thunderclouds had appeared years ago and never dispersed, making him increasingly concerned. He had asked Gu An, but Gu An just told him not to worry.
"Stop staring at it, just focus on your cultivation."
Gu An's voice came, startling Xuanwu into quickly withdrawing his gaze and turning to leave.
He hated cultivation the most, but he dared not defy his master's orders.
Gu An, who was painting in the courtyard, felt rather helpless about Xuanwu's mindset. Unlike the Deep Sea Dragon Carp, Xuanwu had no desire to become strong.
In Xuanwu's heart, striving for strength had no meaning; he preferred sleeping.
