Mang Biao and his companions were all quite powerful, moving through the skies at incredible speeds.
Hovering above the clouds, the world below changed rapidly as they flew.
Soon, they arrived a thousand miles away.
At this moment, Mang Biao stopped mid-air, brushed aside the clouds before him, and laughed heartily as he looked down, "Haha, little brother, right below us is Black Wind Island, and from now on, this will be your home."
Yang Ji followed his gaze and saw a picturesque island with rolling hills, dense green forests, and the sea mirroring the mountains—a truly splendid sanctuary.
"Let's go, we're going down." Mang Biao, all smiles, put his arm around Yang Ji's shoulder and they disappeared into the grand hall above the island.
"Bring out the wine, prepare the feast, and welcome the Second Master of the Island!" Mang Biao bellowed, his voice echoing throughout the whole grand hall.