July 2nd, 2015. 11:05 AM.
Three days after his exchange with the Thirty-Six Saints Central Committee.
It was nearly noon. The sky was clear for miles, a brilliant sun shining down on the azure sea. Its golden rays plated the undulating surface of the waves with layers of shattered gold.
At this moment, Su Zhou was in a calm stretch of water in the South Sea Far Sea.
The young man stood upon the water's surface, hands clasped behind his back, as if on solid ground. With both Wind and Water Aids active, he trod the waves as if walking on flat earth.
In the distance, more than thirty helicopters blockaded the surrounding airspace. Farther out, one-third of the South Sea Fleet's main force, under the guise of a military exercise, patrolled the area. Over twenty cruisers and destroyers of various classes, and even an aircraft carrier—with more than ten thousand naval Soldiers—all formed a loose cordon centered on Su Zhou.
