"Very well, let's wait until next month to go."
Hai Dongya raised an eyebrow, as if to say something, but in the end, he kept it to himself.
After bidding him farewell, Mu Yan and Miao San walked along the edge of the small bay. The tide had not yet come in, leaving plenty of room to pass. Behind them, they heard a sharp, uniquely melodic whistle—likely a signal from Hai Dongya.
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