"The master cannot proceed any further!" Bai Tian's voice rang out in time.
"Drop the anchor! We can't go any further." Xiao'er told the helmsmen who had already returned to the deck.
As soon as the ship stopped, Shangguan Xuanyi used his Qinggong, a martial arts technique, to step on the water, leveraging off the reefs to hop onto the sailboat.
Dressed in a long purple robe, he appeared on the deck like a beautiful sight for the crowd of people.
Xiao'er dropped the rope and flew towards him— "Brother Shangguan!"
Shangguan Xuanyi opened his arms to carefully catch the girl's body. His body tilted backwards slightly due to inertia.
"I finally found you! I was worried sick!" Xiao'er clung to Shangguan Xuanyi's waist, burying her head in his chest.
At this moment, a heart that had been tense for over a month could finally relax.
Like soothing a baby, Shangguan Xuanyi gently patted Xiao'er's back, "I'm sorry for making you worry. I'm fine."