Chu Mu felt a trace of unease in his heart for an unknown reason.
This unease stemmed from his soul contract with Ye.
If the connection with Ye could be likened to a thread, then now this thread had delved into a pitch-dark world. Chu Mu could only see the thread disappearing into the darkness, but he had no idea where it actually extended or even if the thread had snapped—he wasn't entirely sure.
The feeling was strange; even when Zhan Ye and Little Hiding Dragon left, Chu Mu hadn't felt this way.
What exactly was that pitch-dark world, and what was the hint of icy coolness that it transmitted?
Standing on the deck, Chu Mu stared off into the distant nightfall, dotted with stars, and the ocean, his heart gradually being enveloped in layers of concern.
"Wuu wuu wuu~~~~~"
Little Mo Xie was perched on Chu Mu's shoulder and let out a faint whimper, comforting Chu Mu.
