One day later, at the Sea Realm—Sea Reef.
Fu Jianzhou stood on the reef, quietly playing West Xia's Flute, the melodious notes drifting far, far away.
This piece, "The Last Tribe," was desolate and lonely.
The more you listened, the more it made your heart ache.
Not far behind him on the beach, a creature resembling both a peacock and a luan bird slept on a grass mat woven from Heaven-Returning Wood Branches.
Its entire plumage was gray, with only the faintest trace of deep blue.
By now, the Sorrow Seabird's external wounds had long since healed.
Yet it still slept, eyes closed.
No one knew what kind of long, grueling battle it had endured before Du Yu met it.
And even in its dreams, the Sorrow Seabird could find no peace.
Around its body, wind elements would gather from time to time, ruffling Li Mengnan and Lin Shiwei's clothes.
The junior sisters were dragged here by Du Yu as laborers.
Including Fu Jianzhou, as well as his Demon Pet·Heaven Returning Wood Mo.
