Boli Kingdom.
The surging seawater fiercely slapped against the island surrounded by the sea on all sides, washing away a stubborn rock attached to the cliff, which was swept into the sea, startling the birds resting by the shore.
On the eastern harbor, several large warships slowly approached.
Zhang Clan, under the escort of guards, stood at the dock, gazing at the people coming down from the warships. As the figures drew near, Zhang Clan's face broke into a relieved smile.
"Master, Brother Feng." Zhang Clan stepped forward to greet, and from the maid's hand, took a cloak and draped it over Nangong Jin's shoulders, smoothing the wrinkles on his clothes with a caring touch.
Nangong Jin let Zhang Clan straighten his attire. He turned back, looking far toward the east, filled with melancholy: "With this departure, I wonder if I will return in this lifetime."
