Running into Cheng Yannan

A luxury passenger ship sailed toward the south by cutting through the rippling waves of the blue sea. Tang Xiu was standing on the bow holding a teacup, while calmly looking into the distance. After sailing for a night, the sun had risen from the distant sea surface, as the silhouette of an island in front could be faintly seen.

“That’s Clam Island, Grand Master.” Gu Xiaoxue walked on the lotus step and quietly appeared behind Tang Xiu.

“What you said is true. This island is really suitable for herb plantation. It has sufficient spiritual qi, and the growth of herbs will be enormously aided with a great array of Feng Shui being laid out later. That’s right, have our people explored this island already? How big is it?”