At last, you could understand the joy Columbus felt upon discovering the New World... no, not goblins—Columbus.
The difference was that Columbus had felt the thrill of exploration and adventure, a pioneering act symbolizing humanity's limitless possibilities. You, meanwhile, had survived a desperate situation and finally found somewhere to set foot, the wild exultation born from life's instinct to survive.
Rowing faster toward land... you saw the greenish blue that signified trees along the outline of the continent. Feeling that seventy to eighty percent of your Force Qi remained, you had the urge to abandon the patched-up wreck beneath you, tread across the water, and sprint all the way ashore.
But then you thought that there was no need to rush this moment. What if it was some kind of mirage? Mountains seen in the distance could run a horse to death before it reached them. That would be a terrible loss. The more critical the moment, the more you had to steady yourself.
As you drew closer, you gradually confirmed that it was not an illusion. With a Martial Master's extraordinary eyesight and the fine weather over these waters, you saw black specks drifting across the horizon dozens of li away.
When you came within ten li, you confirmed that it was a fishing boat, with tiny human figures moving aboard it.
As you neared the continent, more and more black specks of fishing boats appeared within your field of vision. You fixed your gaze on the fisherman aboard the nearest boat and found that he was relatively short. He appeared to be a middle-aged man, yet he stood only around 1.3 meters tall.
"Could it be dwarfism?" That was your initial thought. Only after you drew close enough to communicate did you realize that the language was unintelligible.