To be honest, this was only the second time since meeting Kuta that he had felt the urge to see this world.
The first time had been to see what Kuta and the others looked like. The second was now.
He had never expected that, in such a short time, these brats would have gone through experiences so astonishing and marvelous.
Now, they had even entered a world straight out of mythology.
That brought the heart he had always kept calm back to life. For a moment, he felt the excitement of his youth, when he had first gone to sea and traveled the world.
No one present knew what to say to that.
He had blinded himself, and now he wanted to see. Where in the world were there so many good things?
All they could say was that he had brought it upon himself. Cause and effect, perhaps.
Still, Yi Sheng only sighed faintly. As he had said, he had experienced enough in his life and did not care about missing one or two breathtaking moments. There was a little regret, but he had never regretted blinding himself with his own hands and refusing to look upon the world's good, evil, and filth.
Although his eyes were blind and his vision was swallowed by darkness, he could better sense the world at the end of that darkness—the unique light of humanity within it.
That pleased him far more than what he could have seen on the surface.
Before long, the Freedom landed at the edge of the island.
Looking at the sea of flowers before them, which resembled a fairy tale and seemed to exist in a dream, everyone exclaimed in wonder.
If the sea of flowers had not seemed to welcome them, revealing a path through itself