February 29, approaching midnight, both sea and sky darkened.
In the vast East Sea, on a massive island shrouded in fog and far from the normal shipping lanes.
A huge fleet composed of more than a dozen large sea ships had furled their sails and dropped anchor, quietly mooring in a natural bay.
At this time, most of the ships were silent and dark, without a ray of light or a whisper of human sound—the passengers had clearly all disembarked.
What was strange, however, was apart from the lush peach forest that seemed to stretch without end, the island seemed almost uninhabited, with no sign of where they all had hidden themselves.
"Sigh!"
Zhu Bo'an leaned against the gunwale of one of the ships, exhaling deeply.
Immediately, the smell of briny, fishy seawater once again filled his nostrils.
It made this young man, who had never left the inland from birth, shake his head vigorously.
Even after many days at sea, he still wasn't quite used to life aboard a ship.
