"Ah!"
A scream rang out. The young fisherman's eyes flew open, and he looked around in terror.
He remembered being struck by lightning. Was this heaven?
"Enough screaming. You're not dead."
A voice pulled the young fisherman out of his panic. He turned and saw a handsome young man sitting nearby, his gaze fixed on Xiayu.
The fisherman finally understood: this young man had saved his life. He hurried to thank him.
"Th-thank you for saving me, sir. I... I can't thank you enough!"
The young fisherman tried to kneel, but he could not bend his knees, as though invisible hands were holding him up.
Mo Xie glanced at him, waved a hand, and smiled.
"No need. I just happened to be there."
"I still have to thank you!"
"All right. Your fishing boat's gone. Can you get back on your own?"
The young fisherman looked at the debris scattered below the mountain, then nodded repeatedly with a smile.
"I can build a raft and get back."
"Good."
Mo Xie nodded and left the young fisherman to gather materials. His gaze turned cold as he watched the group on Xiayu's shore.
The women of Xiayu really were vicious. Without a word, they had tried to kill a living person.
It seemed Xiayu had also sensed that the Sea Monsters were about to bring disaster to these waters. To keep living in their little kingdom, they had set their sights on Mingwu Ancient City.
Xiayu's founding had been tied to Mingwu Ancient City from the start. They had moved the ancient city's most important statues to this island. Mingwu Ancient City, once sacred ground, had gradually fallen into ruin, while Xiayu continued to shine with holy light.
Now they wanted all the ancient statues to safeguard Xiayu's hard-won peace. The world