Ah Jiu leaped to the highest point of the wrecked ship, standing with his hands behind his back, gazing at the vast and calm sea before him.
Just by looking at the calm sea in front of him, no one would have thought that two Shichen ago, a terrifying storm had occurred.
Looking down, there were fallen shipwrecks everywhere, along with the ship's original belongings, luggage, chests, and the survivors of the disaster salvaging items and people, or corpses.
Ah Jiu watched as a bloated corpse was pulled up, and the people on the ship shook their heads and sank it back into the depths of the sea, kneeling down and bowing a few times.
A sting welled up in his eyes, and he slightly closed his eyes, his hands behind his back clenching tightly into fists.
Behind him, a rustling noise came through, Ah Jiu didn't turn back, he knew who it was.
"Even if you want to be at a high point, don't leap so high, are you bullying those of us without Qinggong?" Yan Er finally stood beside Ah Jiu.
