This person did not just face the sea to comprehend martial arts; it is said he gained insights from observing the rise and fall of Dongting Lake's waters.
Tang Ming had previously scoffed at this, not believing it at all. But now, he felt that the legend might be true because he had already touched upon a hint of inspiration.
Tang Ming and the others settled down on the isolated island, while the outside world descended into chaos.
Ten days later, a large yacht was sailing over the vast sea, with Su Xiaoxi and Su Tianyu standing at the bow, their expressions grave.
"Father, it's been almost half a month now. Do you think Tang Ming is still alive?"
Su Xiaoxi asked Su Tianyu with a weary face.
"Well... the chances are slim. After all, we rushed to the scene of the accident as soon as we could and rescued Liu Mengting and others at that time. Now, the four missing people have not shown any signs, and their prospects look grim."
Su Tianyu sighed helplessly.
