The airplane ascended to twenty thousand meters, a place seemingly close to heaven, far removed from worldly noise, and distanced from all earthly connections.
Lingxin closed his eyes, contemplating past events. At this moment, his mood had shifted from initial anxiety to complete tranquility.
There was nothing left to fear.
When the airplane lowered its landing gear, it was around five or six in the morning.
He was the only one to walk off the airplane, and as he gazed around, he saw nothing but a vast ocean. Unlike the Dark Island he visited years ago, his feet now trod upon an untouched island, beautiful and pristine, showing no signs of human interference.
