"Daddy!"
"Mr. Song—"
It seemed as if a very distant voice was faintly coming from afar.
Song Que only felt that everything before his eyes was blurry and murky, his whole body felt like it had fallen apart, lacking the strength to muster. His hands had lost all feeling, not even pain could be sensed.
Buzz!
Waves stirred up violent white foam.
A figure, like a gigantic creature from underwater, swiftly approached and clutched Song Que's body.
Whoosh—
Song Que felt his body being carried by a strong force upward, unable to resist.
With a splash, the water's surface burst with spray.
Jiang Dali, in tattered clothes, held the Dragon Slayer Broken Blade in one hand and hoisted Song Que like a trophy with the other, leaping onto the boat in a few bounds.
"Daddy!"
On the opposite boat, Song Yuzhi let out a mournful scream, urgently motioning for the boat to come closer.
"Mr. Song!"
