Wang Tianzong was staring at the sea.

The sea was churning.

The sword intent around him was also churning along with the sea.

Snow Country was across the sea, which was also the direction Wang Tianzong was staring at.

He had been standing here for about twenty-four hours.

The sun rose and set.

The ice cold sea breeze was whistling.

His black coat was flying vividly in the wind. ...