Earlier, above Green Feather Island, a burst of silver light suddenly appeared, and four figures emerged from it.
"Fellow Daoist Mo, that's right. Green Feather Island lies below."
After glancing down, the Feather-robed Old Man cupped his hands and said.
"Hm? Why is Green Feather Island so much more prosperous than you described?"
Luan Ni was observant and immediately noticed that there were far too many cultivators on the island, while the harbor was packed full of all kinds of spirit boats.
"It's only been around thirty years. This makes no sense."
After taking a careful look, the Feather-robed Old Man found that something was indeed amiss. His expression immediately turned tense as he began calculating.
A few breaths later, he suddenly let out a relieved sigh and cupped his hands toward Luo Hong.
"If this old man's calculations are correct, this year is True Person Qingyu's thousandth birthday. It must be because of his birthday banquet that Green Feather Island is so lively."
"So that's it. Then our luck truly is bad.
Brother Mo, many island masters must have gathered on the island by now. We should come back another day to attack."
After nodding, Gu Wuhen made the suggestion to Luo Hong.
"Our luck is indeed poor, but this isn't necessarily a bad thing. Otherwise, even if I took Green Feather Island, I'd still have to notify those island masters. Now, I can save myself the trouble."
Luo Hong shook his head upon hearing this. Not only did he show no intention of retreating, he wanted to seize this opportunity instead.
"Uh... isn't that too risky?"
Gu Wuhen wanted to dissuade him, but could not think of any particularly convincing argument.
"Rest assured, Junior Brother Gu. Although there are many True Immortals and Earth Immortals on the island,