It was not difficult to guess that Immortal Mist Island intended to withdraw from the world. After all, as a great immortal sect of immense renown, Immortal Mist Island had scarcely sent any news into the world since the last Immortal Gathering Convention ended, and its cultivators had become difficult to encounter outside.
Although Zhu Tingtao did not directly admit it, he did not refute Ji Yuan's earlier words either. As he led Ji Yuan onto Immortal Mist Island, he vaguely mentioned it.
"Still, Mister Ji, you truly came at the perfect time. These past two days, Immortal Mist Island has been holding a grand occasion. With Mister Ji here, the entire sect will surely be delighted!"
"A grand occasion?"
"Indeed. Mister Ji will know once you arrive."
Ji Yuan was somewhat surprised. It was true that he and Zhu Tingtao were on good terms, and it was true that he had once helped Immortal Mist Island. But he had come to Immortal Mist Island with a purpose. At most, Immortal Mist Island would treat him with respect and courtesy. For the entire sect to be delighted was rather exaggerated, was it not?
Yet Ji Yuan had no time to dwell on it, for they soon arrived before Immortal Mist Island. Breaking through layer upon layer of mist, they saw the entire island shrouded in brilliant rosy light. The glow was not dazzling, yet it made the whole island appear resplendent with countless colors.
"Mister Ji, please follow me onto the island."
Ji Yuan followed closely behind Zhu Tingtao. He discovered that, unlike ordinary immortal sects, landing on the island did not give him the distinct sensation of passing through restrictions. Bathed only in waves of rosy light, they smoothly landed upon Immortal Mist Island.
At once, his vision cleared.