Mr. Liu’s face showed admiration, and he bowed and said, “The island lord is wise and thoughtful. I am ashamed of my inferiority.”

“Not only that.”

Shen Tianhai continued, his tone carrying an almost leisurely confidence, as if everything was under his control, “I also set up three hidden sentries three hundred feet below that body of water.”

Each sentry post is guarded by a first-grade Grand Luo Golden Immortal cultivator. They wear specially made water-breathing robes that can perfectly conceal their presence and constantly listen for any movement underwater.

Even the slightest ripple in the water wouldn’t escape their notice. If anything unusual happened, they would immediately report it via a communication jade talisman, and the message would reach me within an incense stick’s time.

He sat back down in his chair, picked up his teacup, and took a sip of the now slightly cool tea, completely unaware of the turmoil in his eyes, which churned with calculations like a deep-sea whirlpool: “If the aquatic people dare to come, then that’s perfect.”

If one Lan tide isn’t enough, what about adding two, three, or four more?