Looking into the distance, he seemed to take in everything the world had to offer.
Not long into his flight, a small black spot entered his field of vision.
Xu Mu lowered his sword, drawing ever closer.
The black spot gradually grew larger, revealing its true shape: an island lush with greenery, in the shape of a gourd.
"It seems I'm on the right path!" Xu Mu muttered to himself.
To avoid drawing attention, he retracted his aura and slowed his speed of flight.
Peep!
A clear bird cry came from his right rear.
Xu Mu turned his head to look.
A small white dot was sharply closing in, judging by its path, it was heading to the same island.
As the white dot came closer and more into focus, Xu Mu finally recognized what it was.
It was a giant, white seagull.
A monk in a green robe sat on its back.
The man in the green robe looked middle-aged, with sunken eyes, a thin face and his cloak flapping in the wind, giving off an eerie aura.
