"This is your pass. Take good care of it." Lin Jiansheng handed a document to Yu Huang. It was a dark red document with words written in Merman language that Yu Huang did not understand. This document resembled the Tibetan language that Yu Huang remembered.
Afraid of losing the document, Yu Huang stuffed it into the identification box in the storage device.
Three quarters of the area of Xixia Sea was sea area. If one wanted to go to Lou Lan Ancient Pavilion, they could only take a boat.
The ferry dock was next to the airport, so they could only walk there. Lin Jiansheng said to Yu Huang, "This is a barbaric place. Follow me closely."
"Okay."
