After leaving the Worry-Relief Pavilion, Yang Zhiyi felt rather wistful.
She had never expected the young pavilion master to reject her proposed deal without even hearing what payment she could offer.
She bore him no resentment over that. After all, he had a point: staying out of conflicts between factions was indeed a principle of the Worry-Relief Pavilion.
This matter involved too much, and investigating it would take considerable time and effort.
They ran a business and had their own rules. She could not force them.
She drew a deep breath, as though trying to bolster her own spirits.
"Don't rush, don't rush," she murmured to herself. "This isn't something you can rush."
"Since I'm already out here, I might as well return to Peach Blossom Island and visit everyone first."
And so, Yang Zhiyi headed west toward the Jiang Household Ferry.
Chivalrous Heroes Island covered a vast area, with a long, winding coastline. Naturally, Grotto-Heaven Harbor was not its only point of entry.
Along the coast, there were eight or nine places, large and small, that could be considered docks.
Backed by a sizable cultivation lineage nearby, the Jiang Household, the Jiang Household Ferry was one of the busier ones.
It was no short journey. By the time she reached the Jiang Household Ferry after hurrying all the way, evening had fallen.
Where sea met sky, a final streak of red sank from sight.
At the ferry, lights came on one after another along the dock platforms.
"Fairy, a sea ship bound for the Eastern Sea Fishing Grounds will dock in about an incense stick's time."
Since Peach Blossom Island remained closed year-round and did not admit outsiders, sea ships generally did not make special trips past it.
To return to the island, she first had to find a