Inside a cramped, narrow cabin.
Hiss...
Marina sat on the bed, her forehead glistening with cold sweat.
Her current appearance was disguised; her features, skin tone, and clothes had all been altered.
She no longer looked like one of the indigenous people, but rather an ordinary-looking Yaoguang woman—plain and inconspicuous.
The old wooden door, damp with sea air, let out a grating CREAK as it opened.
Marina lifted her head and looked toward the door.
A small figure of a girl, about ten years old and dressed in linen, walked in from outside.
It was An Sha, the natural-born beast-talker from the indigenous tribe who possessed the power of telepathic communication.
She was also Marina's student.
The little girl carefully closed the door behind her.
An Sha walked to Marina's side, took out a small package, and said with concern,
"Priestess Marina, hurry and eat... Uncle Chen gave me an extra piece of Refined Grain Paste today."
