Lin Xuan had already made his intentions clear, but actually finding a suitable small island was nowhere near that easy.
There were plenty of deserted islands without a soul on them, but not even the faintest sign of a Spirit Vein. Lin Xuan was not bringing people here to live in seclusion in some paradise beyond the world, but to rebuild the Hundred Herb Sect's main headquarters.
Without a Spirit Vein, no matter how beautiful the scenery was, he would not consider it. The key point was that there would be no way to cultivate and meditate.
In the blink of an eye, two days passed. Setting aside the fights and robberies they encountered for the time being, they had likewise passed several islands with Spirit Veins.
Unfortunately, sects and clans had long since occupied them.
The Chaotic Sea Region was not some newly discovered wilderness where everyone had come to break ground and settle.
The history of the Nine Immortals Palace alone went back at least several hundred thousand years.
This place had long since been covered in the footprints of cultivators. Islands with Spirit Veins had basically all been divided up. To find one now—and, according to Lin Xuan, one of decent quality as well—was almost an impossible task.
How could Shangguan Muyu not know this? Even she understood it, so could Senior Lin possibly fail to see it?
That was obviously impossible.
Since he knew perfectly well it was useless, why was he still steering the Spirit Boat around everywhere?
Shangguan Muyu thought it over a hundred times and still could not understand. Several times the words reached her lips, only for her to swallow them back.
Putting aside the fact that Lin Xuan was her daughter's master, he had also shown their sect tremendous kindness. Without