Cultivators with genuine abilities were respected wherever they went.
"Let's rest briefly and set out again in an hour. The journey is a long one, so hopefully everything will go smoothly from here on."
As Chen Xin spoke, he formed a hand seal, and the Azure Flying Boat slowly descended toward the island.
"Huh? Someone's coming."
Wang Changsheng let out a soft exclamation and gazed toward the distant horizon.
Chen Xin and the others all looked up into the sky, but they did not see any cultivators.
"Junior Brother Wang, are you mistaken? No one's coming!"
Chen Xin asked in puzzlement. His cultivation was the highest, so theoretically, his spiritual sense should have been the strongest.
Wang Changsheng did not answer. He simply stared into the distant sky.
After a while, a red escape light appeared on the distant horizon. It was moving incredibly fast.
Before long, the red light came to a halt. It was actually a red scroll flashing with crimson light, upon which stood more than a dozen cultivators. At the front was a red-robed elder over seventy years old. He had a high-bridged nose, beady eyes, and a burly build. All of them had a Red Volcano emblem on their clothing, clearly representing some affiliation.
"Song Family of Crimson Flame Mountain!"
Chen Xin recognized the origins of this group of cultivators. The Song Family was an Immortal Cultivation Family affiliated with the Divine Armaments Sect, and a Void Refinement Cultivator guarded the clan.
"This old man is Song Yunxiang. Greetings, fellow Daoists."
The Red-Robed Elder cupped his fists and spoke courteously.
"I'm Chen Xin. Greetings, Fellow Daoist Song."
Chen Xin hurriedly returned the salute. They were all members of the Human Race, so there was nothing wrong with exchanging a greeting.
Song Yunxiang said nothing more.