On an island whose distance from Gourd Island is unknown.
Lin Feng put down the fishing rod in his hand, stood up and stretched lazily.
"Nine months already."
He toyed with a string of beads in his hand, not knowing who he was talking to.
The wind blew around, rustling the bamboo in the small valley, as if it were a true fairyland.
"It's about time."
Lin Feng spoke again.
Then, he turned and walked out.
The entrance to the small valley was picturesque, with various trees planted on both sides, making one feel refreshed and elated.
Finally.
Lin Feng reached the entrance.
At the mouth of the valley, there was something like a thin membrane that separated the inside and outside into two worlds.
Lin Feng had no hesitation.
He stepped out!
In an instant!
The world changed dramatically!
The lake, the thatched cottage, the trees, and the gentle breeze suddenly vanished.
Replaced by a desolate landscape!
