"Cheng Haichang, right? Lift your head and look at me."

Cheng Haichang stopped kowtowing. His forehead was swollen, proof of how hard he had been knocking it earlier. Even with an Initiate's tempered body, the impact had still left him slightly bruised. He looked at Luo Chen, yet what met his eyes was no longer icy coldness, but gentleness. The feeling was strangely familiar, as though he were standing before the old man who had personally taught him in his youth. In front of those kind and wise eyes, he could keep no secrets, and neither did he need to keep any. After all, this person had always treated him like a son.

"From here on, I ask. You answer."

"Yes! I'll tell you everything, absolutely everything!"

Luo Chen's gaze remained steady, and his voice was calm and clear. "Which force do you belong to?"

"The Cheng family of Black Swan Island. It's one of the thirty-six islands of the Flying Swallow Archipelago, under the Blue Sea Alliance."

"Do you have a map on you?"

"I do."

"Hand it over."

Cheng Haichang obediently took out a map and respectfully handed it to Luo Chen. When it landed in Luo Chen's hand,...