Tang San did not take advantage of Xiaowu, simply holding her as she fell into a deep sleep within his embrace. Even when her soul had returned to her body as she truly succumbed to sleep, he still felt as though he was embracing Xiaowu as he drifted off. That night, he slept soundly. The cold from outside couldn't at all impact the warmth in his heart, which in turn ignited a fierce desire for power. Only by reaching level 90 could he revive his beloved.
At dawn, a thin layer of morning mist was spreading over the sea, and the crew brought up the prepared breakfast. The three who had been seasick were looking much better. With the recovery of their physical condition, their appetite naturally returned as well.
