Later, when the water-sacrifice spell was invoked again, thousands of gorgeous and torn water ball-shaped grebes flew in the clouds of Haishi. The tinnitus roared, and I seemed to see Bingmu sleeping in the flower pond, holding red lotus, smiling at me, and calling to me, "Haitongqing, Haidongqing, one day, you don't want to run anymore, but fly with Haidongqing." The smile swayed and gradually faded.