"We're here!" Linghu Chu reminded.
His divine sense had swept over the island ahead, confirming the absence of any signs of magical competition— the probability of other cultivators being on the island was not significant.
Luo Yan and Shi Liuli on the deck had been on alert for the past fifteen minutes and immediately became tense, ready to follow their senior brother off the boat.
The spot where the vessel docked was a concave-shaped cape, a natural harbor.
Linghu Chu dropped the anchor and moved the boarding plank from the side of the deck to connect with the cape, testing its stability before calling his junior brother and sister to disembark.
The terrain of the island was extremely steep, rising roughly ten meters above sea level, presenting sheer cliffs all around when viewed from outside.
The three of them raised their magical treasures, the Flying Swords, ready to confront any enemies, and carefully made their way forward.
