White Jade Island.
At the harbor.
Chen Jichuan disembarked from the ship with Wun Shouyang, Zhong Dahai, and eleven other disciples.
"Finally arrived."
"Is this White Jade Island? So beautiful."
"Looks like a town. I thought all overseas places were immortal palaces built atop clouds."
Among the disciples, the lively ones found everything novel, darting their gazes left and right, unable to get enough, chattering away ceaselessly.
The introverted and reserved ones, after drifting for half a year and traversing tens of thousands of miles at sea, finally reached their destination. Even they wore smiles of anticipation, looking forward to the days ahead.
"You all will settle here for now, familiarize yourselves with the surroundings. Once I return, I will arrange further accommodations."
Chen Jichuan instructed Wun Shouyang and the others.
He didn't plan to bring these disciples back to Jade Spring Mountain and integrate them into the mountain's ranks.
