Chapitre 228: Mr. Fang might take a robbers’ boat

"Seagulls groan before the tempest, - groan, and race above the sea, and on its bottom they are ready to hide their fear of the storm."

"Like a blue flame, flocks of clouds blaze up above the sea's abyss. The sea catches bolts of lightning drowning them beneath its waters. Just like serpents made of fire, they weave in the water, fading, the reflections of this lightning."

[TL Note: This is from The Song of the Stormy Petrel, and it is a short piece of revolutionary literature written by the Russian writer Maxim Gorky in 1901.]

These words could be used to describe the sight before them.

"The lousy weather. Today isn't a good day for travel..." A short young man with wind-blown, messy hair stood on the edge of a middle-sized spiritual boat and looked out of the boat with squinted eyes.

Everyone could see the melancholy on his face.