After piquing her curiosity, Shui Yixuan planned to take a good stroll around the island. Unexpectedly, just after stepping out of the prison cell and not even having the time for a cup of tea, he found himself surrounded by elite fighters. Then, a noble and graceful young man in blue descended from the sky. This person, with a delicate coronet, holding a jade flute, landed lightly in front of him.
Shui Yixuan looked him up and down and felt a sense of familiarity, especially with the flute in his hand, which seemed vaguely familiar. He furrowed his brows.
"I accidentally stumbled in here and have disturbed everyone; my apologies. I am Shui Yixuan of the Shui Clan from the Holy Dynasty. I ended up here because my boat was wrecked. I hope you can grant me some convenience."
The other party, upon hearing Shui Yixuan's words, seemed expressionless, but a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
