New Fish-Man Island was exceptionally quiet beneath the night sky.
It couldn't be helped. The current Fish-Man Island naturally couldn't compare with the original one. New Fish-Man Island had no bustling cities, only crude houses scattered across its land.
The residents who had migrated here had no lively nightlife to enjoy, so once night fell, most of them could only end their day, go home for dinner, and prepare for sleep.
For most of Fish-Man Island's residents, today had been nothing more than an ordinary day.
But high in the sky above New Fish-Man Island, tens of thousands of miles overhead, two figures floated silently.
Beneath the bright moon, Bright had already transformed into his Dragon Human form. He released Flame Clouds, carrying both himself and Shyarly into the vast sky.
"Shyarly, you probably don't get to see me in this form very often, right?"
Bright lay lazily atop the clouds, gazing up at the bright moon overhead.
When he had personally gone to the moon before, he had only felt that the planet possessed not the slightest bit of beauty, nothing but barren desolation.
But when he looked up at the moon from Blue Sea, what he saw was such a moving sight.
Shyarly sat beside Bright, her long fish tail swaying gently. Under the bright moonlight, her already fair skin seemed almost transparent.
Tilting his head and glancing sideways at her, Bright even felt as though he were looking at a white jade statue crafted by the finest sculptor.
Compared to Shyarly, Bright looked utterly ferocious now.
It couldn't be helped. Without transforming into his Dragon Human form, he couldn't release clouds. He couldn't exactly keep holding Shyarly while using Geppo to stay in the air, could he?
Running around in the sky with bang, bang, bang sounds?