The sky and the sea merged into one, their boundary blurred in a vast expanse of blue, making it difficult to distinguish. Continuing upward, it was the immensely magnificent sky, as if the radiance was no longer pouring down from above, but rising from the deep seabed. Countless rays soared, leaping through the edges of the clouds, crossing layer upon layer of the celestial curtain, reaching straight into that unknown deep space.
This is a scene rarely witnessed by ordinary people, but Bola was somewhat bored with it. He put down the binoculars and tossed them onto the small table beside him, his whole body slumped on the bench, then picked up a book to cover his eyes, shielding them from the sunlight.
This is the sixth day of the voyage, everything passed quickly, it felt as if Bola had just set sail from Reindona's port yesterday. He vividly remembers the scene at that time, Red Falcon waving tearfully, as if they might never return.
Ah... such things, who knows?
