In tranquility, time flew by swiftly.
In the blink of an eye, another decade has passed.
The sky was cloudless for miles, a vast expanse of blue.
Above the boundless sea, today was equally calm; at a glance, the sea and sky seemed connected.
A spirit ship, shaped like a shuttle and seemingly only over ten meters long, came from afar, soaring in the sky.
There were not many people on the ship, only three.
One of them, white-haired and white-browed, had a face that was extremely rosy, with skin as soft as a baby's.
The other two were a middle-aged scholar and a man dressed in brocade.
"Over three years ago, we left Qixia Island; it was only today that we entered this near-sea region."
"To here, it's at most a few months' journey to Golden Dawn Island."
"After the long journey, once we arrive, Seventh Elder, you just need to rest well, leave the other matters to Brother Zhao and me."
The speaker was the middle-aged scholar.
