"Get back now!"
Zheng stood anxiously at the bow, eyes scanning the dark expanse of the sea, the increasingly turbulent waves, the constant fall of purple lightning from the sky, and the deep-sea whirlpools among other phenomena. His heart was filled with ominous premonitions. Although he had just used a silver metal piece to contact Xuan, who claimed "it should be fine," the term "should" carried too much uncertainty, especially when it came from Xuan's mouth—it was truly a bad omen. He had a foreboding feeling!
"Xuan! If you dare plot against our team members, putting them in danger, I'll flay you alive! No, I'll swallow you whole!"
