The sea waves surged and crashed into fine white sprays.
The sea breeze, carrying the mist of the morning light, was shattered by the prow statue of the Colorful Winter Wolf, roaring as it broke through, echoing as a faint whistle in the air.
Xia Nan stood alone at the end of the ship.
Even as the ship gradually left the harbor, the extraordinary vision afforded by his Professional Level physique allowed him to still glimpse through the mist, seeing those companions and comrades on the distant dock who came to see him off.
Feeling the warm, cool touch of the object in his right palm, an indescribable feeling of nostalgia rose in his heart.
"It's over, my journey in the Southern Islands."
Over several months, if just looked at from the angle of Professional Level, it was merely from Level 3 to Level 4, which seemed like minimal change—of course, for Xia Nan himself; for an adventurer in this world, even a Level 1 increase could, to some degree, take "years" as a unit.
