Three months later.
At twilight.
Above a gigantic island located to the south of the core area of Canghai, the faint glimpse of the setting sun shone through a thin mist, cloaking the island in an air of mystery.
In a small port town on the west side of the island, vessels of various sizes shuttled back and forth outside the harbor, with several unexpectedly large ships moored at the dockside.
As for the smaller boats, they were too numerous to count.
The dock was bustling with a tide of humanity, lively as the subtle sound of lapping tides from the sea complemented the scene with its own rhythm.
Unlike the Cloud River continent, not all the people on the island belonged to the Human Clan; in fact, it could be said that the non-humans were the majority, with the Humans constituting only a small part.