Bai Cheng listened quietly, the sea breeze fluttering her black dress.

For her, this incident on Chao Yin Island was more like an entertaining interlude to understand a new environment, allowing her tense nerves to relax a little.

At the same time, the plight of the Sea People, that magical experience food, and the clues regarding a possible organization behind 'Pisces' all gave her a deeper understanding of the complexity and uniqueness of the Infinite Realm.

The struggles here were far more brutal than those outside the realm.

Time flew by, and Bai Cheng's trio's brief stay on Chao Yin Island was coming to an end.

On the day of their departure, Elder Moto led the entire tribe to wait by the shore early. He held a large basket woven from dried algae and flexible water grass, filled with neatly stacked, lustrous dried fish marked with star-like patterns.

This was the Star-Patterned Sea Bream that the whole tribe had carefully caught and dried overnight the day before.