This Puppet, I Shall Purchase It

Along the beach of the Mahayana Island.

Sploosh Sploosh Splash!

Ferocious waves hit the rocks by the shore, leaving behind white foam. It immediately generated a dense layer of water vapor as the salty sea winds blew by.

A muscular figure stood upon a huge rock nearby. This man had dashing brows and glimmering eyes, as well as a dignified sense of domination.

Gazing at the endless ocean, Ji Chengyu drew in a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

A rustling noise could be detected behind him. It was Zhao Ruge, dressed in white, coming his way. The sea winds blew fiercely, ruffling his long robe. Even his hair was tousled into a mess by the breeze.

Zhao Ruge disliked islands by the sea. The wind here was too strong, practically slapping people across the face when they gusted around. Plus, there was that unbearable smell of the ocean. He missed the Imperial Capital, which was always lively and prosperous.