It seemed the National Master didn't notice and nodded, saying, "Owen Bertram, do you have any free time? Let's go somewhere and chat."
Mr. Owen couldn't guess what the National Master wanted to talk to him about. After thinking for a moment, he nodded and said, "Alright." Owen landed on the back of Black Tortoise, who walked on water and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.
Upon seeing them leave, cultivators from both countries around the floating island collectively breathed a sigh of relief and happily resumed their money-making activities. There was no need for conflict when they could all prosper together, right?
…
Amidst the vast ocean, the surroundings looked the same in every direction—it was challenging to tell north, south, east, and west apart. Owen always perceived time to be fleeting. Soon, an exquisite small island emerged before them. The National Master seemed to have used some divine power, taking Owen and Black Tortoise through the void.
