By the time they made it to shore, the sky was already dark.
In the distance, Greenfield City looked as if it were engulfed in a great fire, casting a red glow across the horizon.
Yu Zhizhi stood by the shore, wringing the water from the hem of her skirt. As darkness fell, the sea grew ever more tranquil, and the sound of the waves rolled in, one after another.
The Little Octopus found an abandoned treehouse.
It was in a tree, small, like a little tent, just big enough to squeeze into for sleep.
The Little White Snake had swallowed some water. It poked its head out of the bamboo basket and spat it out.
Yu Zhizhi found the Spirit Runes she had left, gathered some dry wood, and started a fire beneath the tree.
The Little Octopus, keeping watch from the tree, called out, "A boat!"
It whispered a warning.
Yu Zhizhi extinguished the fire.
The Little White Snake had already gone into the tent in the tree. After turning into a rabbit, she found it was difficult to climb.
