The first thing Mo Yuxin noticed about the Southern Continent was that it smelled of salt.
It was not a bad smell. In fact, after spending months traveling through mountains, forests, and long stretches of dry inland roads, the sharp salty breeze felt almost refreshing. The wind came from the endless sea beyond the harbor, carrying the smell of fish, wet wood, spices, and something faintly metallic that made the back of her throat itch. The sky over the port city was a clear blue, and under the afternoon sun, the sea looked so bright that ordinary people would have to squint to keep their eyes open.
Mo Yuxin stood on the deck of the spirit boat and looked ahead.
