"Below is the headquarters of our Spring and Autumn Alliance, the Nine Virtuous Isle," said Meng Quyi with self-satisfaction as he pointed toward the island below.
Zhao Sheng followed the direction of his finger and saw that the Nine Virtuous Isle was not one, but nine closely adjacent spirit islands.
The nine spirit islands varied in size, with the largest spanning several hundred miles and the smallest a few dozen miles; they were either lush with forests and sea cliffs or bustling with workshops and pavilions, densely populated and remarkably scenic.
From above, the Nine Virtuous Isle resembled a round cake divided into nine uneven portions,
and the islands were connected by several large sea-crossing stone bridges. The bridges with their eighteen pillars flashed with the light halos of formations, resembling great dragons lying across the strait when viewed from the sky.
As Meng Quyi propelled their spirit bird forward, he continued to introduce the place with pride:
