Donghai and his gang appeared in the air, falling he observed his surrounding to find they were still on the island of the lake. But able to see what was hidden from others' eyes.
After landing on a smooth field, they looked around to see a group of colorful traditional-looking Chinese Houses passing by the small white wooden bridge connecting that palace across a wild ripple of river stream.
"Oh, hahaha, we are finally in the right place." Dao'on, the fatty monk said cheerfully.
Donghai smiled and started crossing the river by the bridge while saying casually, "We are assuming late. Let's not make them wait any further."
Then the odd team of fifteen-year-old looking handsome youth, a baldy monk, and two beasts in each other hands started walking toward that palace.
After passing through the bridge, they were stopped by two guards who were also clad with iron armor from head to foot by crossing their long spears.
