Following the damp stone walls inward, the deeper they went, the drier it became. A faint scent of alcohol and cheap spices lingered in the air.
After walking several dozen steps, they indeed found a stone chamber hung with a black banner. An uneven skull was embroidered on it, looking exceptionally crude.
Shen Lian pushed open the door. The stone door turned with a creak, and dust sifted down.
He swept his gaze over the room. It was not large. A wooden table covered with animal hide stood in the center, several bulging chests were piled in the corner, and most conspicuous of all was the map hanging on the north wall.
The map was made of animal hide. Its edges were somewhat worn, but the markings on it remained exceptionally clear.
Islands marked with cinnabar dots were scattered like stars, routes drawn in ink twisted and turned, and neat little notes read things like "many fish here," "black market here," and "beware patrol ships."
Shen Lian's gaze traveled down the map before finally stopping in the southwest—there, a palm-sized stretch of land had been drawn. Its outline was irregular, and three large characters had been written along its edge in thick ink: Pirate Continent.
"It really is here."
Shen Lian curled his lips.
Having read the original novel, Shen Lian knew there were two small continents at sea. This Pirate Continent should be one of them.
He then raised his hand and pulled the map from the wall. The animal hide was sturdy and felt heavy in his hand.
Shen Lian rolled up the map and placed it in his Storage Soul Tool. He then glanced at the chests in the room—nothing but stolen gold, silver, and silk lay inside. They were useless to him, so he ignored them