Mist World
Gentle ripples stirred across the sea. Fukangxi stood on deck as the ship sailed onward at a steady pace.
Golden sunlight shone over the water, and the sounds of wind and waves brushed softly against their ears.
The azure sea and clear sky were beautiful sights they rarely saw on land. For a moment, everyone gazed at them in a trance.
"I never imagined this world could have such a beautiful place. The sea really is magnificent," Fukangxi could not help remarking.
"Yes, I never imagined I would get to see such beautiful scenery. This place is simply wonderful. Before coming here, I had no idea the sea could be so beautiful!"
Heklin, Tom, and the others accompanying them shared Fukangxi's feelings. As they gazed out at the sea, their eyes were filled with deep fascination.
After speaking, Tom turned to his father, Heklin. "Father, why isn't there any thick fog here?"
"It isn't that there's no thick fog here. Unlike inland, winds sometimes blow over the sea, and occasionally the fog clears away completely," said Heklin, whose resolute face looked as though it had been carved from stone. "Those are often good times to fish. Experienced fishermen know these patterns."
Before coming, he had asked some elderly people about the coastal waters, which was how he had learned a little about the region.
"So that's how it works." Tom nodded, sounding grateful. "Luckily, we caught it at the right time. Otherwise, we would never have seen such beautiful scenery."
Although the others said nothing, they had overheard the exchange between father and son, and relieved smiles appeared on their faces.
Having spent their lives in the thick fog of the inland regions, they had never ventured into a place bathed in such golden sunlight.
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