The Chu Family's large ship sailed on the sea for five days.
Five days later.
An island came into view. It was picturesque, with verdant mountains and clear waters, spanning dozens of miles and brimming with a spiritual aura.
"We're finally back."
Many of the Chu Family guards were visibly emotional. This voyage had been their most perilous one yet, and they had come dangerously close to being wiped out by the Blood Skull Pirate Gang.
Fortunately, someone had come to their rescue.
At this thought, all eyes turned to Hua Feiyu at the bow of the ship, filled with gratitude.
"We owe it all to Young Master Hua this time."
The men agreed.
RUMBLE!
Dark clouds blanketed the sky, and a sinister wind began to howl. It stirred up enormous waves on the sea, which crashed toward them in mountain-high layers.
"Look at this damn weather. A storm's about to hit."
"And by the looks of it, it's going to be a big one."
"I haven't seen a storm this intense in decades."
