In Jerusalem in the heart of Atlantis, the level of prosperity was second to none in the Crimson Land.
What kind of power could cause such a beautiful and thriving place to decline and perish so quickly?
As he pondered, Lu Zixun successfully encountered Hai Zhuming.
Dressed in ceremonial garments, Hai Zhuming seemed especially divine today.
"Xin... thank you."
Watching as Hai Xin handed Lu Zixun over to her, Hai Zhuming almost couldn't help calling out "Grandpa Xin," but she managed to slam on the brakes in time and didn't reveal any slip-up.
Faced with the Saintess's gratitude, Hai Xin solemnly clenched his right fist, placing it over his heart, "To serve the Saintess is our duty; the Saintess need not give thanks."
Having completed his mission, Hai Xin turned and boarded the shuttle to leave.
It was only after the shuttle vanished into the void that Hai Zhuming came back to her senses, her face visibly tinged with a hint of loss.
