Immediately, the Swordmaster set off.
As for how the great leader would arrange things, everyone was fully aware.
All that was left for them was to wait.
Tonight, the entire Penglai Island seemed unusually quiet.
They say the calm before a storm is the most terrifying, but the calm on the eve of victory also keeps one on edge.
Ye Liangcai, the great leader, Elder Zhuo, and Qin Zhiyuan, the four of them sat in a room drinking tea and playing chess, unable to sleep.
Meng Po, Purple Cultivator, Sun Yue... they stood on the pavilion, watching the distant specks of light on the sea, their eyes flickering.
This night was destined to be sleepless.
...
The next day.
In the early morning hours.
Meng Po and others gathered at the harbor.
They received the news that the Swordmaster had already entered the fog zone.
Everyone was anxiously waiting.
About half an hour later.
The distant lights of a ship grew brighter; its outline becoming clearer and drawing closer.
