Time drifted on, fleeting as a white colt glimpsed through a crack, and in the blink of an eye, it was already the year 5503.
Linghua Island.
Three peals of the bell rang out. The Linghua had reached the harbor!
Wang Qing and Li Hai jumped off the ship first, followed by another man.
"Fellow Daoist Yang, this is our Linghua Island!"
Wang Qing turned toward the cultivator beside him and said with a smile.
"This is my first visit to Linghua Island. It truly is a blessed land that nurtures outstanding people!"
"You're too kind, Fellow Daoist Yang. This way, please!"
"Please!"
The three exchanged a few pleasantries and left the pier, then used the Lightness Technique to run toward the mountain.
When they reached its foot, the stretch of spirit fields there prompted another round of admiration!
The three reached a pavilion on the mountainside, where Liu Yu was already waiting. Seeing them approach, Liu Yu laughed heartily and came out to greet them.
"Sect Master Yang, it's been six months, and you look even more impressive than before!"
The visitor was none other than Yang Yan, sect master of the Crimson Flame Sect on Black Wind Island.
"Haha, Fellow Daoist Liu, the same goes for you."
The four entered the pavilion one after another.
Once the four had taken their seats, a youth soon approached with a teapot. He wore sky-blue Daoist robes, with sword-like brows, star-bright eyes, and an imposing bearing, like the sun rising proudly at dawn. It was Wang Ping!
After serving tea to the four, he stood behind Liu Yu.
"Who is this?"
"This is my junior brother, Wang Ping!"
"What a fine seedling for cultivation!"
Yang Yan voiced his admiration, then continued chatting with Liu Yu and the other two.
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