Ji Nuan had already learned from the old Shaman that the barrier between the East Continent and the southern land was a vast ocean, but he had never been there and didn't know just how large that ocean was.
Maomao and her companions stayed behind at the Bitter Tribe under the care of Luo Gan and the others. If there was time, they could even take a trip to the desert.
If he and Xiu Yan wanted to cross the ocean, they would probably need to fly over it, and there was no way to bring them along.
Two days later, Ji Nuan and Xiu Yan bid farewell to the tribe members and embarked on a journey with just the two of them.
"This is..." At this moment, Ji Nuan and Xiu Yan stood on the seashore mentioned by the old Shaman. Looking at the familiar red ocean before them, Ji Nuan couldn't help but feel like he had returned to the days of boiling salt by the sea.
"Could this Red Sea be connected to the one where we boiled salt?" Ji Nuan murmured to himself.
