The icy blue seawater, under the sunlight, reflects points of brilliance.
Looking around, it is still an endless ocean... beneath what appears to be a calm sea surface is an endless war.
Mercury 42, or as it's more popularly called at this time—Water Hell.
"...I really didn't expect we'd be back so soon."
Many in the courtyard have been striving here for ten years, with quite a few even having established families here... Considering that the official language and culture here are standardized by the Eastern Country, calling it a second homeland isn't at all inappropriate.
"To be honest, I don't miss this place at all."
Xue En gnawed on bamboo, looking at the salty ocean with disdain.
Lu thought he was really going to retire to the second line and settle down in the ancient city... but in the end, he still applied to come here.
"Actually, is it really important over there? With us gone, at least half of the ancient city is empty..."
