In the sky.
A streak of blue light swept past.
After spending almost fifteen minutes, Qian arrived near the target stronghold.
Ahead, deep in the sea, a lone island could be seen standing there.
Overall, it was shaped like a crescent moon, about two kilometers long. The middle was roughly five hundred meters wide, while the narrowest points on both sides were only a few dozen meters across.
Also, the crescent's opening happened to face southwest, so when Qian flew straight in, it was like he had barged right into its embrace.
By all rights, this kind of terrain was very suitable for a harbor. Even if the three nations did not relocate people here to occupy it, they could have set up a supply point on this spot.
Unfortunately, they had not done so.
As for the reason...
Besides what had been mentioned before—that the sea conditions in this nearby area were extremely harsh—there was another important reason: the crescent's inner side was packed with reefs, making it impossible for ships to approach.
Because of this, even back when there were still ships operating nearby, no one had paid any attention to this island.
And that made Qian feel even more at ease.
Because it meant that even if someone was stubborn enough to barge into these waters, there was a high chance they still would not come near this place.
And he would have this island all to himself.
All sorts of thoughts flashed through his mind. Qian flew over the island and, out of habit, activated his Byakugan again to scan the surroundings.
Only after confirming that there truly was no one around did he land on the island.
Unlike the island where he had stayed before, which, while not completely barren, indeed had very few plants,