Xifeng Island.
With a pack on his back, Muyun prepared to cross the sea to Haiyue Island as a group of friends and old acquaintances saw him off.
"Life and death are hard to predict on this journey. Take care."
The female Saint Huang Ling's face was full of worry. Although speed was Muyun's forte, as a private soldier of the Zuo Clan, he would face opponents at his own level, or even Great Accomplishment Martial Saints and Spirit Wanderers. The risk was enormous.
"I believe Brother Mu will surely achieve great things on Haiyue Island and bring glory to the Saints of Xifeng Island."
The Peak Martial Saint with green hair smiled broadly and wished Muyun well.
Muyun, however, gave him an icy glance. He had always despised what the father and son had done before: they had actually made a Martial Saint from another land take the fall and jump into the fire pit for them. It was rather vicious.
"Why look at me like that, Brother Mu?"
Green-haired Peak noticed Muyun's gaze, shook his head slightly, and chuckled. "We're comrades in arms."
"Rather than have both of Xifeng Island's Peak Martial Saints take the risk, it's better to leave a spark behind. I believe I have some hope of breaking through to Spirit Wander. As long as I succeed when the time comes, our island's situation can improve greatly."
Muyun said nothing, while Huang Ling curled her lip.
"You'd better pray that Chen Nianjiang gets injured. If he frees up his hands, he'll surely take fierce revenge on you and your clan."
The green-haired man paid it no mind and said with a smile, "What waves can a Peak Martial Saint who most likely fled here possibly stir up?"
Suddenly.
The smile vanished from his face. His