A few days later, near Penglai Fairy Island.
A large cruise ship slowly moved through this sea, and on the ship, a man with a goatee and wearing a Daoist robe was holding a compass, staring intently at the needle on it.
This man was none other than Li Ruihong's Array Master—Mountain Goat Taoist.
Seeing that Mountain Goat Taoist hadn't reacted for a long time, Eliza couldn't help but snort softly, "Are you sure you can do it?"
"Ms. Eliza, don't worry, I can definitely do it." Mountain Goat Taoist wiped some sort of sweat, unsure if it was cold or hot, and continued to probe.
Suddenly, the needle on the compass began to spin rapidly, so fast that Mountain Goat Taoist almost went cross-eyed: "Stop for me!"
Mountain Goat Taoist pointed with a sword at the compass, and the needle finally stopped, pointing to the northeast direction of the cruise.
Mountain Goat Taoist was overjoyed: "There, it's over there!"
