Shen Xinzhu and Luo Min, now changed into hotel work uniforms, gracefully made their way to the room where Zhao Rui and his group were staying.
"It's okay now. Everyone get some rest. The Court will probably send a rescue team soon."
Zhao Rui looked at the two women and smiled faintly.
In truth, he was not in a good mood. It wasn't that he was some paragon of virtue, but in a situation like this, one couldn't help but feel a sense of shared sorrow, like a fox mourning a dead hare.
In the end, humanity has struggled against the heavens and the earth—against nature itself—since the dawn of time, whether through technology or through martial arts and cultivation.
All in an attempt to change the predetermined fate of this small, insignificant race.
But now, facing the monstrous waves, Zhao Rui's proud Grandmaster Realm strength seemed so pale and powerless.
This couldn't help but leave him feeling somewhat dejected.
