Two days later, at the East Sea Red Wind Rock.
A sea boat, over thirty zhang long, anchored on the water. Its sail bore the emblem of a Three-legged Divine Bird in mid-flight—this was the maritime insignia of the Yin Family based on Three Suns Island.
Zhang Yan stood at the bow of the ship, observing the sky, as clear as if freshly washed. Before him, azure waves surged, flying fish leapt amidst the tide, with occasional birds swooping low over the surface, their cries lingering in the air. He couldn't help but feel his spirit lifted.
At this moment, hurried footsteps sounded behind him. A middle-aged manager with an earnest demeanor rushed up, bowing respectfully and saying, "Honored guest, you summon me—may I ask if there are any orders?"
Without turning his head, Zhang Yan asked, "Why are we stopped here?"
