Fang Cheng borrowed the force of the violent rush, his entire body soaring dozens of meters into the air.
Countless glistening droplets slipped off his broad shoulders and defined back muscles, refracting a splendid glow in the morning light.
He hovered between sea and sky, gazing into the distance.
The sky was just beginning to brighten.
On the horizon, a dazzling gold-red hue was slowly emerging, dyeing the clouds with large swathes of magnificent colors.
Yong'an Island stood quietly on the nearby sea, the town on the island half-hidden in morning mist, appearing serene and peaceful.
The cool sea breeze of morning blew directly, mixed with a faintly chilled mist, invigorating the mind.
A rhythmic low ming sound of fishing boat motors was faintly heard, as early-rising fishermen began their day's work.
Looking at this vast and boundless ocean, a refreshing and exuberant feeling surged in Fang Cheng's heart.
