By a certain stretch of coastal road.
Su Xin climbed over the guardrail and sat at the edge. He took out shoes and a black robe, both tightly wrapped in two layers of plastic bags, from his backpack and lit a windproof lighter to set the plastic bag on fire.
The plastic bag was flammable, and it quickly melted into drops in the flames, sticking to the shoes and clothing like maggots, causing the non-flammable shoes to burn beyond recognition.
Su Xin instantly teleported onto one of the rocks below, and threw the slightly charred and cooled residues into the sea.
Then he returned to the roadside and sat down again.
Quietly watching the midnight sea view.
"Truly beautiful!"
He murmured in admiration.
Under the dim moonlight, the gently undulating seawater was as deep as an abyss, as black as ink, seemingly capable of swallowing one's gaze and spirit. Like the legendary weak water where a feather cannot float, giving an inexplicable sense of awe at a glance.
