The sky was a deep blue, and the vast sea stretched endlessly into the distance.
Above a certain deserted island, a young man and a young woman hovered in the air. The man's looks were not the least bit remarkable, while the woman was matchlessly beautiful.
Both of them had their eyes tightly shut, sending their divine sense radiating out from within their bodies.
After a long while, the young woman gave a faint, lingering sigh.
"Young Master, we've been searching this area for three days, but we haven't found the slightest clue. Could Li Zhilan have lied to us?"
"Silly girl, do you think that's possible?" There was no anxiety on Lin Xuan's face. As the saying went, the impatient cannot eat hot tofu. A mere three days meant nothing at all to immortal cultivators.
"She's only a minor cultivator of the Foundation Establishment Realm. Besides, I treated her quite well. How would she dare deceive her master and destroy her ancestors? Unless she's gone completely mad."
"That's true, but why haven't we been able to find anything?" Yue'er propped her chin in her hand and said, somewhat puzzled.
"How would I know? A hundred years have passed since then. Perhaps Li Zhilan remembered wrong, or perhaps those treasures have already been obtained by someone else." Lin Xuan sighed as he spoke.
"Then what should we do?" Yue'er nodded, a trace of worry appearing on her face as she asked.
"Well..."
Lin Xuan also seemed somewhat hesitant. Continuing to search nearby offered only the faintest chance.
Although the divine sense of a Lihe Realm cultivator was no small matter, that Purple Rice Grain was truly far too tiny. And since he could not even be certain whether it was here or not, it was practically no different from fishing