"Back then, it was just a nameless little island, and now maybe even the island is no more…"
Xu Ziyang repeated what the spirit of Bronze City had said, while he gazed into the distance, a troubled expression on his face.
Beside him, Lin Bei and Chu Liang, who were levitating shoulder to shoulder, also looked in the direction of the distance, both frowning. Lin Bei cocked his head and said, "He calls this a 'little island'?"
"It's been so long," Chu Liang said. "The lands may have changed; parts of that small island might have joined here for all we know."
They had flown around the Eastern Sea for five days and finally felt a hint of warmth and vibration coming from the copper talisman.
