Sea of Ashes.
Fu Qian's eyesight was undoubtedly excellent; even though there was still some distance, he could distinctly make out the grayish-white coloration of the islands that was disparate from the norm.
Su Gao's description was indeed apt, resembling an expanse of bone ash mounds.
So, does this dead silence and color extend limitlessly beyond this boundary?
It's understandable to feel the rising aversion as one draws closer to the ship.
"Perhaps we shouldn't get too close? These things are constantly changing. If the ship gets trapped, it seems like that would be troublesome."
Someone finally couldn't hold back and suggested.
"Keep going in the water? How is that different from turning back just now?"
Before Lann could speak, Lady Ran Hui snorted coldly.
"Don't waste time, find a gentle spot and rush straight onto it."
