Beneath the night sky, four people sat around a square table in the courtyard.
"So this world is actually so vast. South of Great Yan lies the Endless Sea, and south of the Endless Sea is the Great Dry Imperial Dynasty."
After Ouyang Xiuyah and Lu Lu had bustled about and brought the food and wine together, Jiang Yan and his friends ate and chatted. He told them about his recent experiences, shattering their worldview.
"Not only that. Based on my guess, the world we live in should be even larger. Beyond the lands where the Human Race dwells are the Spirit Race, the Demon Race, the Feathered Race... and places occupied by True Spirits."
"Presumably, we can't encounter them now because natural barriers divide us."
Jiang Yan took a sip of wine and slowly turned the cup in his hand as he spoke.
"I truly long for it. I wonder if I'll have the chance someday to visit other continents and see them for myself."
Ouyang Xiuyah's eyes gleamed with longing.
"Well... that'll probably be difficult." Xie Jun picked up the conversation, then shifted to the situation at hand:
"Fortunately, Jiang Yan returned home when he did. If he'd come any later, I don't think I could have held on."
All along, as the strongest cultivator in their little group of four, Xie Jun had spread her wings to shield the other three from wind and rain.
But the outside world was battered by fierce winds and towering waves. Even with her Wén Realm cultivation, she was gradually finding it hard to hold on.
Otherwise, the Sword-Holding Hall disciples from Dao Sect would never have dared come knocking today.
Now, Jiang Yan had returned, and he was a peak Extreme Realm martial artist. No one could make things difficult