The Arrival

In the blue and endless ocean, a brave and graceful ship sailed by at high speed, creating splashes in all four directions.

It had been three whole days since Ling Xian destroyed the Tornado of the Demonic Dragon.

After one crisis, even God himself did not have the heart to continue to give these people a hard time. In these three days, there were no wind and no tidal waves – all was peaceful.

This ship was sailing smoothly. It won't be long before it arrives at the Trading Island.

Currently, the Sun was giant in the sky, draping down warm and bright light.

On the deck of the ship, many people were welcoming the wind as they enjoyed the vague view of the giant island before them.

"The Trading Island, the dream island of countless merchants." A grey-haired elderly suddenly spoke, and his eyes flashed with passion.