Night came a little earlier on Dragon Star Island than expected. Once the sun had fully sunk below the horizon, the light on the sea swiftly drew in. A faint line of pale orange lingered at the edge of the sky, only to be swallowed by deep blue soon after.
Xiao Yun did not hurry to take Shui Yue'er back. He led her to the edge of the woods deep along the beach, then stopped and surveyed the surrounding terrain.
The beach sand was soft and fine, and the ground lay slightly above the tide line. Behind them stood a tall coconut grove, blocking most of the sea breeze and creating a relatively quiet corner deep within the bay.
He walked to the center of a relatively level patch of ground, crouched down, and pressed his palm to the sand. Spiritual Power seeped from his fingertips into the ground, extending along a predetermined path.
The ground immediately trembled slightly. Several thick vines burst from beneath the sand, growing upward from their designated positions before intertwining and securing themselves in midair.
The ends of the vines continued to stretch, gradually outlining the walls and roof, then branching into thinner tendrils to weave the spaces for doors and windows.
The whole process was even faster than it had been on land. Once the vines adapted to the sea breeze, they began closing along the framework, forming complete walls and a sloping roof.
A Wooden House swiftly took shape in the small clearing. Its exterior was covered in dark green leaves and vines, while the roof tilted slightly. An open window faced the sea, and as the wind passed through it, it made a continuous, steady sound, like an endless veil repeatedly brushing the edge between the windowsill and the walls, linking the