Down at the shoreline, the scene was much more intense. Rong Ye had already built a massive roaring fire. He had placed Shi Feng's large stone pot directly over the flames, filled to the brim with clear seawater.
As the water began to bubble and hiss, a crowd gathered. The Merman warriors, the females, and the tribal leaders stood in a tight circle.
Their expressions were tense and full of dread. To them, this seemed impossible. How could water...something you can pour through your fingers turn into a hard, salty rock?
"It's not working yet," one elder whispered, his voice trembling. "It's just steam. The water is just disappearing into the sky. We are losing it!"
Su Qinglan stood at the front, her arms crossed and her expression perfectly calm.
She didn't blink. Beside her, Han Jue and Xuan Long watched her with absolute trust; they knew everything their female say is bound to happen. She could even guess the upcoming beast tide than what this salt water is.
