The silent deep-sea floor.
The murky water flow.
A figure, devoid of any support, sat cross-legged within the water, letting it pass over him.
His body donned a frozen silver robe, adorned with exotic patterns.
His skin, still brimming with elasticity, and his eyes as resplendent as stars, seemed to freeze at a single moment, quietly gazing at a certain spot.
His brows slightly furrowed, as if he was facing an insurmountable problem, or perhaps a regret he could not make up for.
This figure, solitary, sat at the bottom of this anonymous sea.
There was no other person around.
No friends.
No Spirit Beasts.
No kin.
As if for thousands or tens of thousands of years, he stayed here, unchanging.
Wang Ba floated in front of this motionless figure, looking at the face seemingly frozen in time. He strangely felt a profound solitude that has lingered in these depths for countless years, separated from the world by the sea.
And it was at this moment.
"Wang Ba!"
"Otter!"
