Li Xiaoyao's fishing boat, its coal almost burned out, was less powerful than the others and soon fell behind.
But Li Xiaoyao was not in a hurry. Returning earlier or later made no difference to him.
...
On the island, the cultivators and spirit attachers were all standing anxiously on the shore, straining their eyes and praying for the early return of their elders.
The sudden emergence of the Rakshasa Sect had left them somewhat at a loss.
Some others took out satellite phones to contact their respective forces and report the situation.
"They're back, they're back!" Someone on the shore suddenly shouted loudly.
Everyone immediately looked up and, sure enough, they saw a line of fishing boats swiftly approaching the island.
In a certain area of the island, Xia Li, who had sneakily returned, also couldn't help but look over upon hearing the commotion.
Qiushui's beautiful eyes scanned over the fishing boats and, feeling puzzled, did not spot Li Xiaoyao.
