The boat suddenly fell silent, even quieter than before. No one expected to hear such words, and the young fisherman with bare feet stood there as straight as a long spear.
Chou Luo's face flushed the next moment: "You all sail away, I can fight! I'll go!"
He turned around, clutching that Merfolk Pearl, about to dive into the dark water, but as he bent down, he saw the water rippling with huge faint patterns deep within, causing his body to freeze in place from the rising chill, rendering him almost immobile.
In that moment of hesitation, Pei Ye grabbed his collar and yanked him back, snatching the pearl from his hand, and dove into the sapphire waves like a sleek silver fish.
Chou Luo reached out anxiously, but only grabbed air. Gritting his teeth, he wanted to jump in after, but his foot was tripped by a swaying oar. It was Little Qi who pushed the oar into his hand, speaking calmly, "Don't chase him, get the ship moving."
...
Pei Ye fell into the chilly spring waters.
