Right beside Yu Xiheng, they finally reached the shore.
Safe at last.
But with the pressure gone, a greater fatigue set in.
"Boss, I'm feeling sleepy," Si Fuqing's voice grew fainter. "I want to rest for a bit."
Having said that, her body relaxed completely, her strength drained, and she started to collapse towards the ground.
The strong, slender arms still encircled her waist, and then he scooped her up in his arms.
Yu Xiheng held the girl in his arms securely and looked up, his eyes dark as pitch.
Above, several rescue helicopters deployed by the Mo family buzzed in the sky.
Elsewhere, the Feng family's sea rescue team was in action.
Today was indeed a grand gathering.
Three great families and four major alliances had come together.
For the first time in fifteen hundred years since Emperor Yin's death, these seven powers had met again.