Wang Qingsong and his companions thus departed.
Over the vast sea, on a scroll used for sky travel, the girl Yin Wuyan sat as before, swaying her legs back and forth, the small bells at her waist chiming pleasantly from time to time.
Huangfu Yunchuan, however, wore a look of gloom, clearly still troubled by the loss of a precious treasure.
He wasn't the only one feeling unhappy. Wang Qingsong was also distressed, as the lost inkstone was a treasure of the Sea Saint Institute, and its loss was discomforting for anyone.
"Elder Wang, are we just going to return like this?" Huangfu Yunchuan said, his expression filled with reluctance.
Wang Qingsong glanced at him, sighed, and patted his shoulder, "That's all we can do, let's head back to the Seven Seas. As for the inkstone, we can make a plan later."
