Xiang Sheng led Shen Yi and the others swiftly through the Witch Tribe's small world. The Immortal Island lay several thousand li from here; it would not be an exaggeration to say they were crossing half the small world.
"Senior, is there only one entrance to this small world?" Along the way, Shen Yi had witnessed many strange sights and seen people from other tribes here, making him suspect that this world had more than one entrance.
"Young man, you have sharp eyes. Our world has two other passages connecting it to the outside, so seeing people from other tribes is nothing unusual."
"I remember one of them leads toward the Blood Tribe. As for the other, I have lived in the Witch Tribe for many years, yet I have never seen it opened." Meng Ke'er also told Shen Yi what she knew at the right moment, though in truth she was warning him that the Blood Tribe might get there first.
The Immortal Island was ethereal and elusive. No one knew how large it truly was. This time, the portion appearing within the Witch Tribe's territory was merely the tip of the iceberg. Though it was called an island, some great experts claimed it was scarcely any different from a small world.
Though the Witch Tribe was powerful, it did not have the confidence to fight the other four tribes alone and monopolize the Immortal Island. That was why the Five Tribes had proposed joining forces. Now, each would rely on their own abilities, while remaining wary of one another, lest someone else seize the opportunity first.
Suddenly, mist surged up, and a terrifying ripple came from the sky. Within the clouds, a black shadow flickered in and out of sight.
"That is... a True Dragon!"
Shen Yi and