The gentle and rhythmic sound of waves lapping, as if resonating simultaneously in one's ears and will, abrupt yet wondrous.
The unique cadence embedded within carried a profound tranquility reminiscent of a dreamscape.
Ah, very spirited!
Of course, Fu Qian's critique was a whole different matter.
It's hard to tell whether these changes were caused by the instability of his own Nightmare or the Sect's intentional acceleration, but it seemed something major was brewing.
As for the rationalization of the tidal sounds heard here, Fu Qian found nothing unusual.
Who said it had to be a seaside town? After all, wasn't there the Sea of Mist?
Though even from his position, this angle didn't provide a glimpse of the mist outside the town.
...
The scene at the town's entrance at this moment beckoned even more wild speculation.
"There's more!"
Yet judging from their expressions, the others hadn't yet empathized with this strange pleasure.
