Splash.
Splashing.
Buji Island's west coast outside a promontory.
A beautiful coral reef cliff stretches for kilometers outside the promontory, the raging waves crashing against the rocks, sending furious roars and creating endless sprays of white foam.
Elder Ruoyu's silhouette silently appears atop the white lighthouse surrounded by rocks, standing within the stone railing, leaning on his wolf-head magic wand, frowning as he gazes into the seemingly chaotic depths of the sea.
He had been to the seaside before, only to enter that office, and after seeing the higher and further scenery, he seemed to rarely pay attention to the sights within reach.
In memory, beneath the white tower used to be a sea like emerald, with crystal-clear splashes, where fish could be seen swimming among the swaying seaweed in shallow waters, gradually descending into deeper hues, blending layer upon layer until transformed into an endless deep blue.
But now.
