Qin Shaofeng himself was nearly unable to remember how much time had passed.
At last, Vast Continent appeared in his field of vision.
At the same time, he could see a small island.
He had only just been able to make out the dark speck formed by the continent, and there was still a considerable distance to go before reaching it.
The island was nearby.
It looked close indeed, yet an island of this size would be impossible to find if it were on Vast Continent.
No wonder Gui Yan had said this was the island closest to Vast Continent.
Just as he spotted the island,
the Ghost Corpse Race resting on the island had also discovered his arrival.
Several figures immediately soared into the air.
Leading them was naturally Gui Yang, the young master of the Ghost Corpse Race whom Qin Shaofeng knew.
Yet Qin Shaofeng did not recognize any of the nine Ghost Corpse Race members flying behind Gui Yang.
"Qin Shaofeng, it is truly wonderful that you returned safely."
Although Gui Yang's gaze rested on Qin Shaofeng, Qin Shaofeng had the feeling that he was not looking at him at all, but rather at Gui Yan within the ghost mark between his brows.
He did not explain, merely smiling faintly as he said, "Young Master Gui Yang, there is no need to worry so much. Though my cultivation is lacking, I have fought my way through great winds and towering waves. I would not perish simply from taking a look at the seabed."
Gui Yang gave a self-mocking smile.
He did not explain any further.
Even if what he had truly been worried about was not what Qin Shaofeng had mentioned, none of that mattered anymore.
As long as he had returned alive, that was enough.
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