"Do you think we'll encounter another storm?" Su Changxing asked Weilian as if telling a joke.
Weilian shook his head, confidently saying, "How could that be? You might sail for a year without running into a storm like that. While sailing is dangerous, it's not that dangerous."
Su Changxing nodded thoughtfully, "Is that so? Turns out it's just going to rain."
Weilian then felt the raindrops from the sky, caught one on his tongue, and tasted it, realizing it was salty, and immediately felt something was wrong: "This water is salty, which means it might be lifted from the sea, could it really be a storm?"
He looked bewildered, thinking it was too unlucky to encounter storms on two consecutive days.
This wasn't just bad luck; it was practically a divine punishment.
As soon as he finished speaking, strong winds started to blow across the sea, and they could feel each wave rising higher than the last, exactly like the previous storm.
