Beneath the deep, dark sky, the stars were sparse yet bright. Yet at the easternmost edge of the tranquil sea, a faint morning light was quietly seeping through, dyeing the horizon in a pure, gradient blue. Across this shimmering expanse of water, a heavily damaged Elemental Boat was cutting through the waves.
The hull was scarred with the marks of time, weathered and mottled. Chaos reigned on board: five men and four women lay motionless like statues, seemingly plunged into a deep slumber. Yet their breathing was steady, and their lives were not in danger.
Time seemed blurred here. After an unknown lapse of time, a woman quietly stirred. Dressed in purple, though her face bore traces of dust, she could not conceal her innate beauty. It was Chen Baiwei.
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