Richard's mind was filled with countless thoughts as he walked, eventually finding himself at the edge of the city, where the land met the sea.
But there was no beach there—only a towering cliff that rose sharply above the waters below.
From that height, Richard could still see enormous fish swimming in the ocean beneath him.
If only he had a modern fishing rod, fishing from this cliff would be an incredible experience.
He sat down at the edge, relaxing as the sea breeze brushed against him, bringing a rare sense of peace.
That was until he noticed a white crow flying rapidly from the distance.
In just a blink, the white crow was already before him.
"White Ancestor." Richard was startled.
"Why are you here?" he asked.
"Why can't I be here, boy? I like taking walks," the white crow replied casually.
Richard squinted at him, not quite convinced.
"Boy, your father came to this city as well," said the White Ancestor.
