「Four years later.」
Near the coast of Donglong Island.
An old, decrepit Spiritual Boat with peeling paint was being propelled at full speed. Its hull creaked and groaned, sounding as if it were about to break apart.
Aboard the Spiritual Boat, an old man and a young man, their faces pale with terror, were paddling with all their might.
"Faster, Mr. Zhang! Paddle faster!"
"Once we reach the Donglong Island Marketplace, we'll be safe!"
The old man, his hair and beard completely white, gasped for breath as he paddled furiously.
His cultivation robe was covered in patches and, upon closer inspection, stained with grease.
"Easy for you to say, Mr. Fu…" Mr. Zhang's face was ashen, and he was panting like an ox.
Just then, a Spiritual Boat closed in from behind, carrying several cultivators who radiated killing intent!
"Hurry, don't let them get away!"
'So unlucky…' Glancing back, Mr. Zhang cursed his rotten luck.
