Luo Ziwen looked out the window, only withdrawing his gaze after Chen Lin disappeared into the crowd. He murmured, "It probably isn't him. If they sent someone with cultivation like that to intercept and kill me, they would be looking down on me far too much!"
Then confusion crossed his face. "Could it really have been an accident?"
But he immediately shook his head. "Impossible. How could a teleportation formation that worked perfectly for thousands of years malfunction precisely when I used it, and at such a critical moment?"
"Just where is this place? I've never heard of somewhere this strange existing on the Starry Continent."
Luo Ziwen muttered and pondered, tapping his fingers lightly against the table.
Suddenly, his expression changed drastically, as though something had occurred to him. He rose and hurried downstairs.
Chen Lin made a circuit of the town and questioned quite a few people, largely confirming that Luo Ziwen had told the truth.
This place was indeed called Ferry Town and had no other name. The surrounding space seemed enclosed by a formless barrier, making it impossible to leave.
A broad river ran along one side of town. Neither its beginning nor its end was visible, nor could he see the opposite bank. Had the water not been flowing continuously from one side to the other, he would never have recognized it as a river.
The water was black as ink and gave off an exceedingly eerie aura. One glance was enough to tell him how dangerous it was.
Clearly, this town did not truly exist. Like the previous scenario, it was some incomprehensible, illusion-like existence.
Chen Lin stood at the ferry landing, gazing toward the river's opposite bank, his heart heavy.
He had paid an enormous price for a teleportation slot precisely for the