After meeting up with Wen Siyue, Lu Shang recalled his clone, then took the Teleportation Formation straight to Fated Island.
As soon as they arrived, they saw a cultivator sitting nearby with his legs crossed, fiddling with some unidentified object.
"Is this Fated Island?" Lu Shang asked directly.
"What's with that rude tone? How dare-"
Before he could finish, he suddenly felt a burning sensation on his cheek.
He immediately realized he had been slapped.
"What a nuisance!"
"Wen Siyue, let's go!"
With that, Lu Shang took Wen Siyue and flew away in a streak of light.
Only then did the cultivator come to his senses.
"Oh, damn it! I'm a Core Formation Cultivator, for heaven's sake! How did I get slapped just like that?"
He pondered for a moment. "Could he be a Nascent Soul Cultivator?!"
"Impossible. What would a Nascent Soul Cultivator be doing here? They're probably all fighting over who gets to rule the Chaotic Star Sea. With all that going on, how many unaffiliated Nascent Soul Cultivators could be left?"
"Damn it, doesn't that mean I just have to swallow this loss in silence? Fuck!"
Meanwhile, after leaving the Teleportation Formation with Wen Siyue, Lu Shang immediately flew high into the sky to survey the island.
"Young master, Sister Zi Ling isn't in danger, is she?" Wen Siyue asked worriedly.
Lu Shang frowned. "To be honest, I can't be sure. Although Six Paths Supreme said she was near Fated Island, the island is so vast that even at my fastest, I would need a month or two to search it thoroughly."
"But... Sister Zi Ling surely won't stay in one place for a month or two. She might go somewhere else."
"I don't know what to do about that either. I can only do my