Even though Peng Ru was said to be left alone, in reality, Wang Junze didn't stay too far away. If something unexpected happened, he could still intervene in time.
However, under normal circumstances, even if Peng Ru were seriously injured, Wang Junze did not intend to help her.
Now, he sat quietly at the back, watching the sea waves continuously hit the shore, carefully experiencing the unique charm and power of the sea.
Time passed silently, and soon the sun had set.
The thick fog of the Nether Sea made visibility poor already, and by night, apart from vaguely seeing the outline of the moon, it was impossible to see the stars, making it extremely dim. Saying it was pitch black might be an exaggeration, but even if just a dozen meters apart, one could not see what the other looked like.
After a day of cultivation, Wang Junze vaguely felt that the Water Sword Intent was only a hair's breadth away from a complete breakthrough, yet he couldn't find that spark of inspiration.
