On the small hill, He Nandou gazed into the distance.
The rain had stopped by now, but the water level continued to rise incessantly.
Amidst the surging waves, the outline of that Black Ship became increasingly distinct, drawing closer and closer.
The closer it got, the stronger that oppressive feeling, like the sky was collapsing, grew, causing many with weaker resolve to turn pale, barely able to stand.
At this time, Huang Liang appeared beside He Nandou and said in a deep voice, "How is it?"
He Nandou shook his head, his expression heavy. "I can't sense any improvement, and the speed of the Black Ship is even increasing."
Huang Liang said nothing more.
By now, a long time had passed since Zhao Ya went to the Black Ship, yet there was still no news, not even the slightest sign of improvement. Everyone, including Huang Liang and He Nandou, knew what this implied.
Yet none of them could speak of it, nor dare show it.
