"That's the ship you'll be taking—the one headed in the other direction."
Jeff said to Li Luo, pointing at the white ship docked by the shore.
As they got closer, Mo Ling could see the ship in its entirety.
The ship was an almost frightening white. Compared to the Fishman Race's dilapidated dock, the white vessel looked like an emissary from another dimension. Its entire hull was covered in white ceramic, making it shine with exceptional brilliance under the sunlight.
The transport ship he'd taken when he first arrived on the 3rd Floor of the Abyss still fit Mo Ling's mental image of a "ship," but this vessel before him was a bit too elegantly unconventional.
The white ship's hull was sleek and elegant, devoid of any sharp angles. It resembled a white sculpture with soft edges, creating a stark contrast with the already colorful coastline.
