The setting sun cast a reddish-orange glow on the deserted island, as shadows deepened in the mountains. A gentle sea breeze blew, accompanied by the sound of waves crashing on the shore, like a lullaby, lulling Zhang Xiaohua, who was hiding under a rock, into a deep sleep he was reluctant to awaken from. By the time he opened his eyes, dusk had already fallen.
Standing up and stretching lazily, Zhang Xiaohua leaped to a high point to survey the ocean, but he did not see any shadows of boats. Then, he looked around the vast deserted island, let out a long howl and felt a surge of pride deep within him.
"This deserted island may be vast, but it is uninhabited. I'm the only one here. I wonder how long I can stay here!"
"I will spend the days ahead on this island. I just don't know if Qin Shiyue can find me here. Oh well, if someone finds me, I will just be taken back to the Tianlong Sect. It doesn't matter if they don't come. It would be better if a stranger's boat arrived."
