The ferry began moving again, and as they drew closer to the island, the excitement among the passengers intensified.
Xia Liu also rejoined the crowd alongside Lin Xiaotian. As they neared the shore, they saw a line of people standing on the cliff edge.
At the forefront was a woman in a long dress, notably wearing a veil over her face.
It was precisely because of the veil that she possessed a strong sense of mystery.
The island had no dock, but the cliff served as a natural dock, almost level with the ferry's deck when the ferry docked.
The martial artists visiting for the first time were all amazed by such ingenious design.
Xia Liu's gaze was mostly fixed on the veiled woman.
This woman, about 1.75 meters tall, had a figure that could definitely be considered supreme-grade, though her exquisite eyes were hidden from view.
Yet her eyes alone could provoke countless fantasies.
"Hm?" As Xia Liu observed the veiled woman, he suddenly felt Lin Xiaotian trembling.
