Cosmic Sea, Bottom Sea Restricted Zone, Dasso Ruins.
A man in white robes casually walked barefoot with one hand resting on the long sword at his waist.
His silver-white hair trailed all the way down to his knees, and his face was so strikingly handsome that if it weren't for his Adam's apple and the partly exposed flat chest, anyone might mistake him for a breathtakingly beautiful woman.
Over these three years, the least changed was this youth in white.
He always liked white, always disliked wearing shoes, always kept his long hair, and even his height didn't change much, still the same 1.8 meters as three years ago. The only change was that his long hair had turned completely silver-white.
On his shoulder, a small golden creature stood upright on two legs, its body shape not much changed from three years ago, still the same rounded figure. It was unmistakably Breau from the Guding Pirate Group.
"Radcliff, we've been spotted," Breau suddenly said.
