[Plankal Town: Facing the Barren Lands, no longer alone; backed by the rocky mountains, like a small Belfast; beautiful environment, enjoying the unique Gold Sand beach; having refuge caves, no longer fearing sea storms; neighbors... nobles, professors... scholars...]
The dilapidated wooden sign stood askew at the edge of the road buried in gravel.
The road behind led to the tranquil town, its outline emerging in the mist.
Ophelia walked in the front, with Lu Li, Puxiu, and the God of the Deep Sea slightly trailing behind, the believers surrounding and following them, infusing life into the silent town.
The ceaselessly eroding sea wind, day and night, had rendered the town's colors no longer vibrant, overlaying it with a gray veil of gravel.
As they traversed the gravel-paved path through this town, capable of housing hundreds of residents, Lu Li halted the God of the Deep Sea's impetuous move towards the mountain summit, retracting back to the town.
