The cool breeze blew past, and he suddenly realized.
The command from Ming Shen True Master, forbidding him to leave the Flame Island without permission.
However, it was too late.
Hong Jiaojiao, walking ahead, suddenly turned her head with a smile, gracefully raised her fair hand, and a pink scarf, carrying a strange fragrance, fluttered past his face.
Yang Yunfan felt the world spin before losing consciousness completely.
Upon awakening, this is the predicament he found himself in.
"It's over."
Yang Yunfan's heart turned cold.
At this point, how could he not understand?
They had come specifically for him.
Now, he could only hope that the disciples of the Cloud Sect would conduct thorough inspections when leaving the island.
However, he only heard cheerful laughter and chatter.
There was no one searching the carriage.
The carriage directly rolled onto a sturdy wooden plank.
Next came the sound of surging water and the gentle rocking of the ship's hull.
