Three days later.
At the eastern part of the Central Island among the seven islands of the Ran Sect, atop a cliff facing the sea, a few figures stood silently, gazing down at the coast below.
The cliff here was steep, at least thirty to forty meters above the sea level.
A mere thirty-some meters high, it was hardly enough to catch the eyes of the crowd.
Consider the Cloud Sea Cliff, which is eight hundred meters high! One could reach the stars and moon with a raised hand, and see raging waves and crashing surf below by lowering their gaze.
By comparison, this place is nothing.
Yet, this small sea cliff has an extraordinary name—Heaven's Edge.
A name just chosen by Lu Ran.
As the saying goes, a mountain does not need to be high; once a dragon is present, it becomes divine.
In this sea area thousands of kilometers away from the mainland, there are stationed over two thousand five hundred disciples of the Ran Sect from various regions of the Holy Spirit Mountain.
