The distant tolling of the bell echoed from Island No. 1, with the clock tower positioned at its very center. Except for Chinese New Year's Eve, the doors of the clock tower were always shut.
Whenever the bell rang out, it signified the end of the New Year's feast and the beginning of a new year.
"Another year has passed..."
Huo Zongtao remarked with a sigh, stepping closer to the clock tower.
The distant and ancient bell sound, as if carrying the breath of another era, tolled again and again, seemingly hastening the aging of humans.
"Old Grand Master, it looks like rain is coming..."
Chang Zong, neither too far nor too close, instinctively moved a few steps nearer and gently reminded him. The already unclear night sky had now completely darkened, and the waves of the sea seemed to grow larger as well.
Rain was coming, and it would be a downpour...
Huo Zongtao seemed to have completely ignored the remark, simply continuing to walk forward.
