"Master, don't worry. We'll be in Holy Sea City soon," Xiaojiu reassured Dugu Qianye, sensing her mood.
"I'm not afraid of the Divine Temple's strength, but I worry that my mother and grandfather might have been..."
Even as a fox, Xiaojiu found no words to comfort her. Missing for over a decade, with never any news—it spoke volumes. All it could do was nuzzle her palm with its head, indicating that everyone was there with her.
Cang Jin watched Dugu Qianye's silhouette, his expression dark and unreadable. The sea breeze tousled his jet-black hair, as chaotic as his thoughts at that moment.
"It's coming, it's coming! Look, the Divine Temple's ship is arriving!" someone suddenly exclaimed excitedly.
"Where? It's true, it's really coming!"
"Wow, it's magnificent!"
"I wonder who will come to receive us? I'm so curious!"
