The sandy footsteps grew closer, and Yang Fei cautiously peeked his head out from behind the reef.
In the morning light, two women walked ahead, followed by seven or eight men.
The two women were dressed in black short skirts, their thick-soled long boots stepping silently on the beach.
The seven or eight men behind them were all burly and serious-looking, clearly skilled.
Yang Fei tightened his grip on the dagger in his hand. Although these people didn't pose much of a threat to him, it's best to be cautious on his first arrival at Li Island.
At this moment, Xiao Xuanya tugged on Yang Fei's sleeve, her warm and soft body nestled against his side without hesitation.
Her lips whispered behind Yang Fei's ear, fragrant as orchids.
"Don't act rashly! These people might be fellow brothers and sisters of the Blood-cloth Tower, here to receive us."
Yang Fei instantly breathed a sigh of relief as Xiao Xuanya slowly stood up from behind the reef, revealing herself.
"Who!"
