Half a month ago.
Out on the East Sea, roughly three hundred nautical miles from the coast, a white yacht was cutting through the waves.
It was a time when the moon shone bright and the stars were sparse.
Inside the yacht, the sinister Su Zijun, dressed in a black gown, raised a half-full cup of deer blood and gazed at the pitch-black sea through the window. Jessica sat beside her, looking somewhat uneasy.
In front of the sofa, Ghost Infant had returned to his usual mohawk outfit. Holding a bottle of deer blood, he stood waiting like a waiter.
On the deck, an owl landed on Gui Qianyi's arm. The old turtle, whose exact age few people knew, locked eyes with the owl for a moment before turning and walking inside.
"Princess, the Xuanyuan Gate is about to open. Please prepare yourself."
Hearing Gui Qianyi's words, Jessica began to feel slightly nervous. She knew that she was about to enter an ancient tribe on the Divine Land.
It had practically been born alongside the history of the Divine Land. Through the changing dynasties of the Divine Land over the course of millennia, it alone had continued to exist. Compared to this ancient tribe, Michael's Club, where she had once belonged, was obviously so young.
And the black-clad girl before her, the master who had granted her immortality, was the princess of this ancient tribe.
Upon hearing this, Su Zijun placed her cup on the table, wiped her lips with the handkerchief Ghost Infant had brought, and casually said, "The Changbai Mountain snow-deer blood tastes worse and worse."
Ghost Infant said nothing. He merely put everything away... This was already the best quality available outside.
Gui Qianyi smiled and said, "Two White Peacocks matured at Luoshui Ravine last year. I've