"If even the sea god can't help us, who else can?"
The fishermen of West Continent Island suddenly fell into despair, as if abandoned by the sea god they worship.
"I've already said, the only ones who can save us are ourselves! We must arm ourselves and become stronger; only then can we defeat the enemy!"
Xiaoyu's words moved everyone; she hoped the people of West Continent Island would understand her well-intentioned advice.
With a formidable enemy at hand, if they continued to place all their hopes on an elusive deity, they would inevitably face dire consequences.
The old Island Master suddenly felt truly old, old enough to start making mistakes. It was his young granddaughter who gave him a wake-up call and made him understand the grave error he had made.
"Xiaoyu!"
The old Island Master touched his granddaughter's young face with admiration, saying, "You've grown up, and I'm so gratified."
"Grandpa, you're not mad at me anymore?" Xiaoyu's eyes glistened with tears.
