The sky was brilliantly sunny, white seagulls gathered in flocks, skimming through the air in formation.
The tides by the island washed as though flurries of stacked snow.
A group of seven led by Xu Mu, some flying on Magic Artifacts, others atop Monster Beasts, traversed approximately seven to eight hundred li under the guidance of Whale Falling Chen.
"Here!"
Whale Falling Chen stood atop a white jade Flying Boat, gesturing everyone to stop with his hand. He then took out a positioning compass, and channeled his Spiritual Power into it.
The compass radiated light, its needle hovering in the air, spinning ceaselessly.
Even though Whale Falling Chen had been here before, the sea was different than land. There was no way to pinpoint the location on the sea surface with naked eyes. He needed to use the compass to get his bearings.
Standing to one side, Xu Mu, with his flying sword underfoot, surveyed the surroundings.
