In Tsuruta Wu's eyes, a "black dot" floated on the surface of the sea.
As the seawater pushed it, the black dot gradually got closer. Upon closer inspection, it was actually a person! On the boundless ocean, this floating figure seemed incredibly lonely and helpless.
And that floating figure was none other than Xiao Tian, who had collapsed from exhaustion that day!
Following Tsuruta Wu's gaze, Tsuruta Xiong also noticed Xiao Tian floating on the sea. He hesitated not a moment and leapt onto their small fishing boat, quickly paddling towards him.
The fishing boat slid up to Xiao Tian, and Tsuruta Xiong hurriedly lifted him onto the boat. Tsuruta Xiong placed his hand under Xiao Tian's nose.
"Thank goodness, he's still breathing!" said Tsuruta Xiong, surprised and delighted.
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In the afternoon, as the sun set in the west, the entire small fishing village seemed bathed in golden dust, appearing exceptionally beautiful.
"Brother, is this person still alive?"
