Everyone was still in shock from Penglai Island's grand display when the sound of drums and gongs echoed from afar.
A group of people dressed in festive red robes, like a wedding procession, carried a dragon and phoenix carved sedan chair made of white shells.
Long Fei and his companions were a bit dumbfounded, seeing such a musical procession in the open sea always felt a bit off, quite eerie indeed.
The cultivators from Yingzhou Island laughed heartily, "Haha, our Third Young Master has arrived!"
"It's all about the show, and our Yingzhou Island is lavish!"
"What nonsense of Penglai Island, looking all polished but can't compare to our Third Young Master!"
They all rushed over to greet the person in the sedan with cupped fists.
The cultivators from Penglai Island sneered, "What a thing, such a shabby ceremonial procession, dares to come out and embarrass themselves!"
"Barbarians are barbarians, how can they hope to shine like our Penglai Island?"
