Who knew how much time had passed before the little boat finally broke apart under the battering of fierce winds and towering waves.
With one arm around Huang Xiao, Zhao Yunhui grabbed a larger plank. Buoyed by the wood, the two rose and fell with the waves.
Fortunately, Zhao Yunhui was no frail woman. With her cultivation, she could hold on to the plank for a long time without exhausting herself.
By daybreak the next morning, the wind and rain had subsided. The sky was a vast expanse of blue, without even a single cloud in sight.
Had they not experienced last night's storm themselves, who could have imagined how savage this sea, so peaceful today, had been the night before?
"This is bad. We have no idea where we are." Gripping the plank with both hands, Huang Xiao turned to survey their surroundings. Seeing nothing but an endless expanse of seawater, he could not help sighing.
Over the course of the night, he had finally recovered some strength. At least he could hold on to the plank himself now. Zhao Yunhui had held him throughout the night, when he had been unable to exert any strength at all, so he had desperately circulated his power to heal his injuries.
"Who knows how far we've drifted? If we're drifting toward land, that's fine, but if..." A trace of worry appeared on Zhao Yunhui's face.
If they were now drifting away from land, they would only get farther and farther away. When that happened, never mind returning to the Central Plains-even whether the two of them could survive would be a question.
"There must be land ahead," Huang Xiao said with a smile.
Zhao Yunhui knew he was comforting her, but she smiled too. "I believe there must be."
Yet they