"Thank heavens, our house is still standing, and the boat is fine,"
Returning from a brief refuge on the beach to the small fishing village, a distance of more than ten miles, took the villagers of the small fishing village the better part of the night.
Ye Hanmei's rescue had been timely. Apart from two unlucky Parasitic Shell hosts, no other casualties had occurred.
The joys and sorrows of people do not communicate.
While others were still feeling fortunate for having survived the fierce battle among the Magicians,
the child who had just lost her father returned alone to her disheveled hut, packed her meager belongings, and took the few remaining dried fish from home.
She then resolutely stepped out of the village once again.
"Dad..."
In the thin morning fog by the sea, this lone, frail figure tightly pursed her lips, raised her head, and tried not to let her tears and sobs spill out.
"Xiao Yu!"
At that moment, a call suddenly came from behind.
