To most people in Seven Blood Eyes, that night was no different than usual. But to others, it was a very different night. Among those others, the reactions included...

... sighing on a dharmaboat, envious of extraordinary people.

... stewing in fury and rage, vowing to chop enemies into mincemeat.

... leaning back casually in a chair, a mountain of fruit seeds piling up off to the side.

... sitting bitterly in an inn, feeling incomparably flustered and anxious.

In some cases, the way to decide if a person was acclimating to a new situation wasn’t to look at their demeanor or bearing. Instead, you looked at how people reacted to them.

Those who were envious were the disciples in Harbor 79. Those who were furious were the Merfolk cultivators. The one with the pile of fruit seeds was the Captain. And the one who was flustered and anxious was Patriarch Golden Vajra Warrior.

Regardless, as the light of dawn spread out over the lands, it obscured the various reactions. It was like the poem that spoke of the dragon-fish dancing through the night. The next day, that energetic, sleepless night resulted in exhaustion. [1]

As shafts of sunlight poked through the damaged exterior of the dharmaboat and landed on Xu Qing, he opened his eyes. The sunlight revealed the sparkle in his eyes which, like the rising sun, held endless optimism for the future.

I wonder if sunrise on the open ocean will feel like this.

Thinking about such...