Lead-gray clouds were like water-soaked cotton wool, weighing heavily over the waters of Fuyan Island. The sea breeze carried salty droplets, which hit the deck of the "Thunder Phoenix" hard, making a crisp "crackling" sound. Yun Shi held on to the bronze guardrail on the side of the ship, his knuckles turning white from the exertion, and the sea salt particles condensed on the railing made his palms ache, just like his heavy mood at the moment. The Heavenly Contract pupil of the left eye is faintly hot, which is the resonance between the power of the contract and this distorted sea area - the pseudo Heavenly Contract stele in the hand of Mo Yan Pavilion Master is emitting ominous fluctuations, like a stone thrown into stagnant water, disturbing the contract laws between heaven and earth.
