This Doesn't Fit My Persona, Xun Mu and Zhang Zhengyi

A new Floating Island appeared. The members of the Yan Luo Clan materialized in midair.

After they regrouped and finished resting in place, Qin Yang still had not appeared. Luo Guodu sighed inwardly but said nothing.

Qin Yang was still young, too impulsive. The Yan Luo Clan had come here nine times before and paid no small price before testing out the easiest and best way through.

Who could have expected Qin Yang to choose the hardest and most dangerous method right from the start?

When exploring new ruins and secret realms, maximizing one's gains while staying alive was what mattered most. What did a little loss of face amount to? Most of the Yan Luo Clan had entered wearing women's clothes.

After all, there were far more women's garments than men's garments on the second Floating Island.

The Yan Luo Clan continued onward across the new Floating Island. Everything matched the original records, so they only needed to continue exploring according to their prior experience.

Yet the Qin Yang they had expected to perish had not died. It was just that the place where Qin Yang appeared was not the third Floating Island at all.

The Yan Luo Clan had been directly teleported in by those garment spirits without truly opening the Wooden Door, whereas Qin Yang had properly walked through the opened Wooden Door.

Qin Yang floated above a seven-colored ocean. A blazing sun hung high overhead, and its position changed at an inconceivable speed. At that pace, a full sunrise and sunset might pass in half an hour.

Yet that sun never actually sank beneath the horizon. Every time it descended, it rose again, repeating the cycle over and over.

Bolts of cloth hung drying in midair. Fabrics of every color and pattern filled his field of