Although the Second Leader was a coward who clung greedily to life, he truly did know the nearby terrain like the back of his hand. In less than half an hour, he had brought Lin Xuan to the place he wanted.
The island before them was utterly desolate. As far as the eye could see, there was only a jumble of rocky slopes. Forget a Spirit Vein—even plants were scarcely to be seen.
On top of that, this area was not a sea route cultivators were familiar with. Lin Xuan estimated that if they stayed here, they might not see another person for ten days or half a month.
Remote enough!
Lin Xuan was extremely satisfied. He instructed the disciples of the Hundred Herb Sect to remain here for the time being and to be careful not to reveal their traces. After that, he put away the Spirit Boat and had the Second Leader take him toward the Black Wind Bandits' lair.
Naturally, the Second Leader had no objections. Right now, all he wanted was to survive. As for his former brothers?
Hmph. They were nothing but fair-weather friends, a pack of dog-meat companions.
Black Wind Island was located within the Chaotic Sea Region, yet no matter which shop in Nine Immortals City sold the sea charts, not a single mark of it appeared on any of them.
How could the lair of the Black Wind Bandits be known to outsiders? Otherwise, though those they killed and robbed were all Rogue Cultivators and obscure sects or clans, if the victims joined forces, that power would still be enough to make others take notice. Their lair would have been uprooted in one fell swoop long ago.
Caution and secrecy were the two great Dharma Treasures by which the Black Wind