By the time they reached a dock on Coiled Dragon Island, a whole day had passed.
"Coiled Dragon Island. I'm back again!" Zhao Han took a deep breath and looked at Coiled Dragon Mountain. It was an entire dragon's corpse, and the most conspicuous landmark on the island.
The moment they stepped ashore, Zhao Han noticed several gazes fall on him and Zhang Fan.
"Hmph!"
But when Zhang Fan gave a cold snort, those gazes went quiet.
It wasn't that they dared not look anymore. They were dead—dead without a sound.
"Junior Brother, come with me!"
The two made their way to an inn. Zhang Fan chatted with the owner like an old hand. It was clear he'd been here many times.
Then Zhang Fan booked two rooms for them.
"Junior Brother Zhao, rest here for now. I'll go to the meeting place and see whether Seek Immortal's people have arrived."
Zhao Han poured himself some tea and nodded lightly. "All right. I'll leave it to you, Senior Brother!"
After Zhang Fan left, Zhao Han took out the Dragon Seeking Stone and locked onto Zhang Fan's aura.
We could clearly have gone together, yet he sent me away so he could go alone.
I'll see where you're really going.
With a flash, Zhao Han appeared at the highest point on Coiled Dragon Island: the summit of Coiled Dragon Mountain.
The fierce sea wind blew against his face, stinging like a knife.
Quite a few people were standing on the summit. Zhao Han had no idea whether they'd come to feel the wind, climb up for the view, or seek insight.
Following the direction indicated by the Dragon Seeking Stone, Zhao Han immediately looked toward the western side of Coiled Dragon Island.
He could just make out Zhang Fan's movements.
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