The girl on the stone pillar was extremely weak, her face was as pale as paper, her breathing was weak and rapid, and the rise and fall of her chest was becoming shallower and shallower.

Her gaze fell on the middle-aged man atop the wave, her lips moving slightly as if she wanted to say something but no sound came out. Only the faint outline of three words could be seen in his mouth—”Don’t agree…”

The middle-aged man from the Shui ethnic group clenched his fists as he looked at the girl, his knuckles cracking and turning white as frost.

Her long, silvery-white hair flew wildly in the sea breeze, like a flag torn apart by a storm.

He remained silent for a full ten breaths, each breath feeling like he was cutting his own flesh with a knife.

The five aquatic cultivators behind him also clenched their fists, their dark red veins faintly visible beneath their indigo skin, like lava about to erupt.

“A Sea Soul Pearl,” the middle-aged man squeezed out through clenched teeth. “I can give you a Sea Soul Pearl. But you have to release the person first.”