At this moment, a small glow suddenly appeared at the top of the tower in the center of the island.
Immediately after, this glow spread downward, lighting the entire tower like a giant candle.
Under the illumination of this glow, a figure stepped out from the tip of the tower and slowly walked toward the ocean.
Nalan Zhongqin slightly pursed her lips, staring intently at the figure in the sky.
Xue An's walking speed seemed slow, but it was actually incredibly fast.
In just the blink of an eye, he had reached the sky above the ocean, then stopped and stood silently.
The fierce wind howled, the ocean roiled, a crimson moon hung above his head.
All of this formed a scene that was extremely strange yet extraordinarily harmonious.
The entire area was dead silent, everyone held their breath and watched quietly.
Finally.
Xue An slowly lifted his head, a complex light flashed in his eyes, containing joy and reminiscence.
But then, he sighed softly.
"So that's how it is!"
