The cultivators who landed on the island were quite fortunate.
Aside from a few unlucky souls who were devoured by Demon Beasts, everyone else had some gains, big or small—worth at least a hundred Spirit Stones.
This made the cultivators who had been too afraid of the danger to venture out deeply envious. After all, this amounted to a third of the price of a ticket on the ship.
For low-level cultivators, this was a huge sum of money.
Night grew deeper.
Thanks to the day's harvest, the fleet—which had been gloomy from the constant deaths—came alive with a rare energy. Many ships spontaneously organized trading sessions. Spiritual Objects from Turtle Island were brought out, and the air filled with the sounds of haggling as deals were struck.
At the highest point of the giant ship's sterncastle.
Here stood a small, elegantly decorated hall.
The fragrance of tea filled the air.
