Suddenly, a violent wind arose, and a torrential downpour swept over.
A small helicopter hovered above the Charming Nine Sect, struggling to maintain stability due to the heavy rain, swaying in the air several times before it managed to steady its direction.
Inside the cabin, Shi Yu and Qin Jin sat by the window, observing the island below.
The buildings on the island were shrouded in a layer of mist, making them indistinct.
Qin Jin retracted his gaze, flicked the ash off his cigarette with his fingertips, then took another drag.
"This really is a hard place to find."
Smoke rings were slowly exhaled from his mouth; his face had a smile, reckless with a touch of defiance.
Shi Yu leaned back in his seat, his well-defined fingers rubbing back and forth on that unlit cigarette.
He was frowning, silent, evidently deep in thought.
Qin Jin glanced at him with a cigarette in his mouth, and after a few puffs, he slanted his face to ask, "Feng Jiu Mei, know her?"
