At night, Nandang Swamp is shrouded in dense mist, with white smoke rising everywhere, making it impossible to distinguish east, west, south, or north. The sky is pitch black, devoid of stars and the moon, and the sound of strange fish splashing about in the waters echoes ceaselessly. The exposed rocks and shoals resemble the dorsal fins of aquatic beasts.
If ordinary cultivators were to traverse the lake at night in search of an island, it would be exceedingly difficult. They would often rely on memory to judge the general direction and location of their target, possibly ending up wandering aimlessly and wasting a great deal of time.
However, this time, the disciples from the Mingcang Sect each possessed unique methods. Among them, there was Junior Qin holding a map and leading the way. He excelled at calculating routes, knowing precisely where they were, how far they had traveled, and in which direction they were headed—never making mistakes.
