One figure after another turned into streaks of light, flying toward the direction of the City of Injustice.
Da Lei watched their departing backs, then looked toward that stretch of dark sea that had returned to calm.
The ash-grey cloth robe fluttered lightly in the wind.
In the end, it too vanished silently from where it had been.
Arctic Ice Sea.
The starlight had already scattered; only the chill glow of the polar night from Heaven remained, shining upon the ink-black waves as they slowly subsided.
Fang Qingyu's figure hung suspended a few meters above the surface of the sea.
On the face covered by Star Crystal.
There was, at this moment, a trace of delight.
The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl upward, excitement flowing in the light of his eyes.
Right now Fang Qingyu was like a child combing the beach for shells.
Happily darting back and forth over the sea, tireless.
