"Lu, it's getting late. How about we move to Qinghe Island for a chat?" He Yincai spoke softly, then added, "Let me fulfill my duty as the host."
As everyone conversed, the sunset had already fallen behind the distant mountains.
The sky grew dim—it was indeed time to find a place to rest.
Yet faced with the sudden invitation, Lu Ran did not agree immediately.
He was keen on gathering more information.
The Thousand Boat Archipelago was home to numerous sects, with no shortage of people—perhaps he could learn of Senior Cheng or Qin Yanzhi's whereabouts?
That said, entering the depths of an organized force rashly could easily lead to being surrounded and killed!
After all, the weapons he carried were not few!
In the realm of Sacred Spirit Mountain, divine weapons and magic artifacts were priceless treasures, enough to make anyone envious.
Ultimately, Lu Ran was not well-acquainted with He Yincai. Although... hmm, she was genuinely kind.
And quite sincere.
