Xu Zimo walked to the room at the very front.
It was pitch-black inside. He looked around and saw that the room was exceptionally neat and clean.
It was just that the owner seemed to be away.
Xu Zimo did not dwell on it. He passed through the long corridor and stopped before the many ships moored ahead.
Some were large, some small.
At the very front of the dock, an old man sat fishing on the deck of a ship.
The old man sat leisurely on the deck, fishing rod in hand, his body utterly motionless.
Only from here could Xu Zimo clearly see the distant sea.
The boundless sea was tranquil and peaceful, yet behind that calm lay something terrifying enough to make one's heart tremble.
Humanity feared the unknown depths of the sea.
Xu Zimo looked at the marker on Sun Zhuozhao's map. Sun Zhuozhao was hidden within an iceberg.
Yet he could not accurately predict the iceberg's location; it changed far too greatly.
He looked at the old man fishing and prepared to step forward to ask.
The instant Xu Zimo arrived before the old man, the elder's tightly shut eyes flew open.
Without looking at Xu Zimo, he merely stared at his fishing rod and said blandly,
"You scared my fish away."
"Answer one question for me, and I'll compensate you with ten fish," Xu Zimo said.
"You do not understand. It is not the fish I seek, but the joy of catching one after a long wait."
The old man shook his head.
"The Evil Flood Dragon is causing havoc, and everyone from Linhai City has returned to the city. Why are you the only one still living here?" Xu Zimo asked doubtfully. "Aren't you afraid?"
"I am old and somewhat attached to my