The silver starlight and the gentle moonlit glow intertwined, steadily protecting everyone on the raft.
A dark current formed a whirlpool, trapping the Empty Return Raft.
For a while, the Empty Return Raft could only spin in place, making everyone on it more anxious and nervous.
Thankfully, the whirlpool soon vanished, and the Empty Return Raft set off again.
Above the Wangchuan River, the ghostly wind stirred, the waves roared, and the wailing of fallen ghosts echoed. Yet, inside the raft, it was tranquil, starkly different from outside.
However, this tranquility neared dead silence, offering no comfort at all.
The longer everyone stayed, the more they felt sadness creeping into their hearts, growing heavier. At the same time, they felt something missing inside, like there was a void, devoid of any sense of life, everything seemed uninteresting.
Past regrets and lost pain were magnified invisibly, yet there was nowhere to confide, tormenting everyone on the raft beyond words.
