Master
Editor: Henyee Translations
The island was desolate. The rare grasses that grew in the cracks were too short to be noticed.
The sunset on the horizon turned the rocks orange, reminding Gu Bailu of the magma river in hell.
Gu Bailu didn't like her first impression of the place.
Bare rocks, depressing atmosphere, and the inability to use her runes.
Futu Island wasn't huge, and didn't have any buildings on it.
"Where does your master live?" Gu Bailu asked Miyasi curiously.
Miyasi had been solemn after they arrived on the island. He replied worriedly, "My master doesn't have a residence. He hides among the rocks in bad weather."
Gu Bailu's lips twitched. That sounded like an eccentric man.
He lived in such a desolate place, with the earth as his bed and the sky as his quilt.
"You must follow me closely. Don't miss a step," Miyasi reminded them as he led the way.
Gu Bailu followed closely, with Feng Qingtian and Qin Shou behind her.