The flames continued to burn as the water started to form waves.
The mother carried her child from the basket, instructing him to clench both hands together as she was doing.
The Heavens must have heard their prayers because a sudden gust of wind blew and the silver-haired youngster held onto a piece of wood, emerging from the seawaters.
As long as she held on, there was a chance at survival. As the sea was denser than normal water, it was easier to float even for those who couldn't swim. It wasn't a miracle. Bo Jiu was taking a gamble, if she won, she could grab hold of a log.
The explosion had knocked out her consciousness. She could only hold on because she hadn't kidnapped the Almighty yet and hadn't treated his arm; she hadn't told her pet she was back but he had forgotten about her…
