Befall

The O Yang Clan was at the most north of the Island and was one of the controlling forces of the Island. However, its capability was relatively weak. Of course, weak, in this contest, was in comparison to the other four Clans. It was strong enough to control the Trading Island.

It was noon by now and the Sun was draping down warm rays of light that peeked through the tree branches.

Ling Xian's eyes were semi shut as he laid on top of a thick tree branch and enjoyed the warm afternoon Sun.

After 10 days of travelling, he had arrived at the most north border of the Trading Island. He was now only one hour away from the O Yang Clan.

Thus, he decided to take a short rest here. After all, in the past two months, he had travelled all around the Trading Island. Even though he was not exactly exhausted, he was mentally tired from all the battles.

"Phew… I am feeling a lot more relaxed now."