Seven days on the ark, a thousand years have passed in the world.
Fully embodying the spirit of moderation, Fu Qian was the third person to pass through the entrance and board the ship.
Standing right behind the Night Watchmen Stoss and Aike, he didn't deliberately linger to be the last one, thoroughly displaying the demeanor of an armed technical crew member.
The moment his foot stepped onto the wooden plank, he looked around and couldn't help but feel amazed.
It was indeed the same ark he had visited before.
But the boarding point seemed a bit off. Even though Su Gao pierced the location with the sword as accurately as last time, what lay before them was not the same room he first boarded with her.
Instead, it was a pile of thickly accumulated feathers, with emaciated bodies lying prostrate on top, possessing structures that resembled both fish fins and wings.
