Inverted Lake, Engraving Wisdom, Depth Three.
Ah Fei held a knife, stepping over the gray feathers on the ground.
His movements were slow, fortunately, the latter remained completely still, with not a single feather touching him.
It's not that he intended to describe it that way, but Fu Qian remarked that the scene at that moment truly evoked the feeling of a distant moonlit horizon.
Although they were actually deep under the sea at that moment, only a flickering light resembling a candle's flame was visible.
Upon discovering that the logistics were so impeccable, with the arsenal directly following them, Hunter Ah Fei was visibly affected.
Yet after the initial shock, his overly earnest mental state still afforded him a genuine sense of security, causing him to stride steadfastly toward the distance.
Fu Qian followed along at a leisurely pace.
