The scenery on the island was very beautiful. It was in the late spring and early summer. The mountains were green, birds were chirping happily, and the flowers were fragrant. It was a great place to be after her sea ordeals.
Yang Yiting had been tortured on the boat for too long. Her physical strength had not yet recovered, her walking was very difficult, even her footsteps were strained.
Yan Mo followed behind her, even though he wanted to help, he didn't dare to be too obvious. But seeing Yang Yiting gritted her teeth and persisted all the way, he couldn't help but admire her extraordinary perseverance.
Walking to an open place, her eyes suddenly opened up, and she saw rows of palaces standing in front of her, row upon row, tall and majestic. When they came to the entrance of the palace, the two guards in thick robes, saw Wu Hen and the others coming back, and saluted the three of them.
