Treasure Island

The other side had three ships in all.

The group craned their heads out and, under the moonlight, barely made out the two flags hanging there: "Ming Dynasty" and "Chen."

Only then did she have the Three Treasures Cauldron descend.

There was no one on deck. No—there was one person.

Following Pan Yun's instructions, Chen Wen had ordered all the soldiers to remain below deck. He stood before the cabin door instead. He had vaguely sensed something, but he still wanted to see exactly how Pan Yun would arrive.

When he saw a cauldron dropping from the sky, Chen Wen's pupils contracted, and his whole body went numb.

Pan Yun had already stuffed the radish into her sleeve. She soothingly patted its head, braced herself with one hand, and leaped out of the cauldron.

The others jumped out as well, while the Three Treasures Cauldron shrank and hung from Pan Yun's waist.

Chen Wen slowly closed his gaping mouth and walked forward, his arms and legs moving in stiff unison as he saluted. "Daoist Priestess Pan!"

Pan Yun gave him a slight nod. "Let's go."

Chen Wen gave the order to raise the sails and increase speed.

The moment he received Pan Yun's message that afternoon, he had assembled his troops and set out. They had agreed to meet midway. All he needed to do was head for the island at full speed, and she would catch up.

He had not known how she intended to catch up, so he had instinctively slowed the ships down.

Now that they had met up, they naturally had to press forward at full speed.

By the time they reached the island, the moon had just dropped from its zenith and hung in the western sky.

Pan Yun glanced up at the bright full