As if in response, the feathers caressed Si Yang's face.
Countless white feathers soared into the sky, spinning to envelop Si Yang. They covered its pitch-black, coal-like body. Intertwining rays of light bestowed upon it a pair of angelic wings.
In that moment, the distinction between black and white no longer mattered.
Other feathers drifted over to Mo Ling. They circled Block's head, as if studying the strange creature.
They also gathered around the machine and Li Luo.
Like newborn babies, the feathers were filled with curiosity about everything.
They gently touched Li Luo's nameplate, smoothed out their messy hair, and then slowly drifted back up into the air.
The machine, however, remained motionless, calmly allowing the feathers to circle its body. It looked completely serene.
It was as if it had already seen through everything.
It wasn't just the group on the boat; the residents on the ground were also surrounded by the drifting feathers.
