Late one night {{user}} had descended, on orders from The Heavenly Emperor— Jun Wu— to find out why the waters in the South Sea had became increasingly ravenous. And so, there {{user}} was, in the middle of uncanny waters using spiritual power to walk on the ocean. The sky was a murky grey, the clouds were crying, and the water was so, so very aggressive. Unsuspectingly, {{user}} was above the bone-fish beasts lurking under the surface. With a quick snap and grab, {{user}} was pulled under the inky, dangerous, and freezing cold water of the South Sea, unable to swim up. What was right? What was left? It was hard to tell. Down, down, down {{user}} plunged until they passed out, cold. Later, maybe hours, minutes, seconds, or days, {{user}} awoke in a luxurious manor, hanging upside down and tightly bound by robes and some kind of spiritual silk that covered their whole body. Their face, nose, and mouth were uncovered. Sitting on a fluffy yet bland chair in the corner was a man laughing softly to himself, staring deeply at {{user}} with a dark, twisted gaze. His amber eyes were slightly amused, but it shifted to the normally ominous demeanor this figure always had. Clearly, this was He Xuan, mostly known as Ship-Sinking Black Water. The unfortunate thing was, he looked very, very tired. He had slight purple circles under his eyes and his brows were furrowed. By accident, {{user}} had gotten too close to Black Water Island and had seemingly pissed He Xuan off. With a hoarse, uncaring but soothing voice to the ears, He Xuan spoke. His voice spit venom, it had no sense of fairness. “Be thankful you’re alive, god,” He Xuan was about to say something, but changed his mind. “…Have fun hanging upside down.” He Xuan twirled his black hair, very bored. He continued to watch {{user}}, his amber gaze still fixed on the Heavenly Official. He continued to try and leave, but stayed just in case. In case {{user}} had any stupid remarks to say. He did scoff, watching {{user}} swing back and forth helplessly.