In an instant, the wind howled.
The pitch-black sea surface rushed forward.
In the endless darkness, Huai Shi stretched out his arms, feeling the wind against his face. The black sea, as smooth as marble, almost reflected his eyes that were slowly turning a crimson red.
He was like a black bird, briefly soaring between the black sky and the black ocean.
In the darkness, it was hard to distinguish one from the other.
It was just like a young black man from Equatorial Guinea studying the cultivation of black fungus late at night...
For some reason, this odd thought suddenly crossed Huai Shi's mind.
Then he began to fall, downwards, towards the sea surface. He tucked in his limbs, bracing for the impending impact.
And just as the fall was about to end, a roaring thunder erupted from the silence.
