On October 17, 5498 of the Yuangguang Calendar, the sky was clear for ten thousand miles, with a light breeze and no clouds-a good day to travel.
Zhao Yi arrived at Jade Pearl Island's harbor early. The Linghua was already waiting there. He greeted Old Wu and ducked into the cabin, while the others began hoisting the sails and getting underway under Old Wu's direction.
At noon, they reached the waters near Linghua Island, and Old Wu came in to ask whether they should dock there.
Zhao Yi waved a hand, and the Linghua sailed on, passing the eastern side of Linghua Island.
In a mountain pavilion, Liu Yu stood in a blue Daoist robe. The October sea wind was harsh and biting, making his robe flap loudly. Gazing at the distant Linghua, Liu Yu bowed respectfully. "Senior Brother, may your journey go smoothly, with the path to immortality in sight!"
Several days passed in a flash.
Early in the morning, sea fog hung thick as a two-masted ship slowly approached, its bow cleaving the sea and throwing up layers of spray.
As they continued onward, a dark little island gradually appeared before the sailors. Cheers rose aboard the ship; suddenly encountering thick fog at sea was extremely dangerous.
Tap! Tap!
A knock sounded at the door. Zhao Yi put down his book, rose, and stretched. "Come in!"
Captain Old Wu stepped sideways into the room.
"Immortal Master Zhao, we've reached our destination. What next?"
"Old Wu, turn the ship to starboard and enter the bay east of the island. Prepare a small boat for me, too!"
"Yes!" With that, Old Wu slowly withdrew from the room.
Zhao Yi began packing his belongings: talismans, medicinal pills, Dharma Weapons, copied cultivation methods, spell books, and a small, drab gray cloth pouch.