In the darkness of the night, a three-masted sailing ship emerged from a shadowy bay.
The ship was shrouded in black lanterns with no fire, only the sound of oars could be heard. Under the moonlight, shadowy figures could be faintly seen at the bow.
As the sails approached the shore with the wind, five shadows leaped from the ship and appeared by the shore.
Suddenly, a fire was lit in a pavilion by the side of the shore, illuminating faces and a pair of bright, sharp eyes in the firelight.
The five shadows seemed to have anticipated this and were not surprised.
The faces quickly approached, and one person suddenly bowed and cupped his fists, saying, "As Island Master foresaw, Lin'an has fallen. We rushed here as soon as we received the news."
"Ah!"
