Xiao Yan's Message-Leaving Ancient Dragon Island

The setting sun melted like gold, dyeing the skies above Ancient Dragon Island a warm red.

The thin mist that had coiled among the mountains during the day had long since dispersed. The glazed tiles of Dragon Hall flowed with fragmented luster in the afterglow, while the distant figures of the Dragon Armor Army on patrol stretched long. The currents stirred by their steps through the air mingled with the evening breeze, sending faint sounds rippling across the tranquil island.

Within Sunset Glow Courtyard, the evening wind swept fallen pine needles into little spirals. The tea on the stone table had long gone cold, yet the leaves unfurled at the bottom of the cups still carried a faint fragrance.

The tallest pavilion in the center of the courtyard stood towering and solemn. Its wooden eaves cast mottled shadows beneath the sunset. Along the railing of the open-air platform at its peak, several unidentified vines quietly crept upward, their leaves still beaded with dew that had not dried since daytime, glittering crystal-clear in the lingering sunlight.

On the platform, Xiao Ling sat quietly, bathed in the glow of the setting sun.

His azure robes fluttered slightly in the evening breeze, while his fingertips unconsciously tapped against the stone railing before him. His gaze, which had just rested on the sinking red sun in the distance, slowly withdrew.

His deep eyes gently opened, faint streams of light seeming to shift within them. As his gaze lowered, it fell upon the letter resting quietly in his palm.

This letter had been sent from Elder Yao, far away at Starfall Pavilion, using the Power of Space to cross the endless void.

Using the spatial mark he had previously left on Xiao Ling, Yao Chen employed a secret spatial art to deliver the letter directly