"You and Yu Longting's PDA, I'm afraid we'll have to save it for next time." Qing Li swept her gaze around, her engraving speed quickened, "We've returned to our previous position, the Dust World Serpent is likely starting to sink."
I looked around, and everything still seemed like a vast ocean; no matter where we drifted, it was indistinguishable, "There are no reference points on the water, Granny, how did you figure it out?"
Suddenly, the statue of the Dust World Serpent sank into the water.
The icy Nether Spring instantly rose over half of Qing Li and my body, and quickly submerged up to our necks.
"I just used human biological clocks to deduce it from the sailing time." Qing Li fixed her gaze on my palm, her expression somber, "Wanwan, sometimes you're not diligent enough."
I felt guilty and was about to say something humble and accepting.
The bitter Nether Spring flooded into my mouth, turning my words into bubbles in the water that kept rising and scattering.
