The next morning, the color of the sea quietly changed.
The once-azure surface had turned grayish white. Waves rose high and crashed violently against the reefs, spraying countless droplets into the air. A southeast wind blew in, carrying a salty, bitter tang.
Zhou Qiubai rose early. Yang Guyun had already been waiting at the street corner.
When they reached the shore, Zhou Qiubai set out a clay stove and lit a fire to boil water.
Just as the water was about to boil, Yang Guyun suddenly said, "They're here."
Zhou Qiubai looked up. His gaze crossed the boundary between sea and sky, and sure enough, a figure gradually emerged.
Bo Saixi walked upon the waves, holding the Sea God's Scepter aloft. The tides for a hundred li rose and fell with her steps.
Behind her, three trails split across the sea. Sea Dragon Douluo, Sea Spear Douluo, and Sea Delusion Douluo stood in a line, walking atop the waves.
The four figures formed a straight line, cutting the gray-white sea in two.
Zhou Qiubai lifted the kettle and poured water into a cup. The fragrance of tea overflowed, mingling with the fishy scent of the sea breeze in a flavor all its own.
He raised a cup and gently blew away the steam drifting over its surface.
Bo Saixi stopped ten zhang away. Her voice was as clear as waves striking the shore. "Child, should I say I have long admired your name, or that this is our first meeting?"
Zhou Qiubai looked up, first glancing at her, then sweeping his eyes over the three Douluo behind her. He said calmly, "I don't deserve such fame. Still, for a nobody like me to draw you here in person, does that mean my life has not been in vain? Or has