“Sit.” He finally spoke, his voice low and calm, but everyone could feel the pressure beneath that calm.

The twelve aquatic elders took their seats around the stone table in turn.

They are representatives of various factions in Deep Blue City, and also members of the council that discusses matters with Water Without Trace.

Everyone wore a solemn expression, clearly having already heard about what happened on Bibo Island.

“You all know about Lan tide’s situation.”

Shui Wuhen’s voice echoed in the empty hall, “Chen Tianhai wants a Sea Soul Pearl.”

An elderly aquatic cultivator with white hair frowned: “The Sea Soul Pearl? He’s gone mad! The Sea Soul Pearl is a sacred object, only one can be formed every ten thousand years. He’s asking for one right off the bat; he’s threatening the very foundation of the aquatic race!”