While Mo Ling was still mired in confusion, a long root suddenly shot out from behind, wrapped around him, and yanked him backward.
Then, Mo Ling saw the vast expanse of blue rapidly recede into the distance.
He was pulled by the root back into the pitch-black void.
Mo Ling looked back along the root, but he couldn't see who was pulling him.
Not until a familiar voice traveled up the root: "Don't be afraid. I'll get you out."
It was Bai Zhou's apprentice.
Mo Ling breathed a sigh of relief. He turned back to watch the vast blue sea, which was gradually receding into the distance, his gaze lost in thought.
At this distance, he could no longer see the Little Fish.
Even the sea, which had seemed endless, had shrunk to a small blue dot, like a pure sapphire in the void.
This sapphire was the beginning of everything for Fishman Island, and also its temporary end.
"Did you see that fish in the sea?" Mo Ling asked, addressing the root.
"What fish?"
"Never mind..."
