Countless small boats drifted on the sea, densely packed like dumplings in a pot.
As they approached an island, the area was shrouded in white fog, obscuring vision and making it unclear if there were more boats around.
Luo Qianqian held tightly onto Tang Tianyi's hands as they disembarked from the boat together.
The others remained skeptical, but they had sufficient trust in each other.
"I hope you all make it back safely," prayed the three people left on the small boat, including Diwu Yan, as they wished luck for their team.
Faintly, a somewhat illusory barrier could be seen ahead, where Luo Qianqian and Tang Tianyi stopped simultaneously.
This was the first time it had opened since before they were born, so they knew nothing of what to be cautious of, nor did they ask, as there was nothing worth asking.
Even if there was some secret, no one would kindly tell you.
