Xie Tang got off the flying boat at some point and stood on a rock that had not been washed away. Next to her was a child who had been fished out of the wind and waves. Three feet away was the Sajin River, which was as turbid as mud.
The child was covered in mud and sand. He neither cried nor screamed. He just stared at the Sajin River with his grape-like eyes, and two clear lines of marks appeared on his face from the clear tears.
Boom---
The flying clouds darkened a bit, and a few dazzling purple lightning flashed through the leaden gray.
The water in the river is still rising slowly, and the rioting aura is even becoming more intense.
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