Song He was carried by the skateboard to the side of a river lined with giant coconut trees.
He bid farewell to the friendly whales and dolphins and then watched as the skateboard shrank back into the desert.
Only then did he have the energy to look around.
His legs were still a bit shaky as he reminisced about the exhilarating ride over the sandy sea—it was truly thrilling.
After getting accustomed to it, he noticed that the coconut trees here were so tall that they resembled pillars reaching the sky, each one towering into the clouds.
The presence of clouds in the desert was something he couldn't possibly comment on; he could only assume that the cultivation world must be different in some ways.
The coconuts growing from the trees were shedding streams of clear spring water that fell straight down, gathering upon the earth to form a river.
