Copper Coconut Island.
"Fellow Daoist San Pang, Fellow Daoist San Pang?" a deep, resonant voice called out.
A man with long green hair tied up in a Daoist bun, three wooden hairpins shaped like little wooden swords stuck into it, appeared in a flash from the side and strode over.
"Fellow Daoist San Pang, instead of coming to my estate for the banquet, you've hidden away here to enjoy some peace and quiet." The man looked at the young, chubby fellow leisurely leaning against a copper coconut tree, gazing out at the sea and gnawing on a large bone. He couldn't help shaking his head with a laugh.
"This seaside is wonderful. It's cool and comfortable," the young fat man mumbled around his food.
"You said you were leaving Copper Coconut Island today, so I prepared a farewell banquet for you, but you didn't come." The man smiled. "Was my hospitality not up to par?"
"You've kept me well fed and watered these past three months. Fellow Daoist Tong Ye, you've been very considerate."
The young fat man's round face was greasy around the mouth. He tossed aside the gnawed-clean bone, then lifted his sleeve and wiped his mouth.
"If you ever come to Antan Commandery, I'll make sure to treat you just as well."
The man was none other than the master of the Copper Coconut Archipelago, Copper Coconut Island's very own Tong Ye True Person, a disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect.
"Then it's a promise." Tong Ye True Person laughed heartily. "I've heard plenty about the Black-White Academy. If I get the chance, I'll certainly drop by and trouble you."
Tong Ye True Person was a good-natured, generous man. He treated not only his fellow disciples but any righteous cultivator who came to Copper Coconut Island with