On the northeast shore of Dragon Blood Island, a large ship slowly moored.
It was not the ship of exiles from Galama, but the famous pirate ship, "Fairy Maiden."
Two fiery figures stood at the prow of the ship.
Prince Lieyang's gaze swept over the gloomy ruins, moving to the high mountain at the very center of the island, his eyes filled with unwavering determination. I must find my ancestor's scepter and take back what belongs to me.
"Brother, are you really sure about this? There's still time to turn back," Fei Hong urged once again.
"Fei Hong, you can't possibly understand how I feel, I must set foot on this island."
"Then I'll go with you, I can help you."
"There's no need, this is something I must do alone, it is my trial, and you cannot intervene."
"But…"
Fei Hong wanted to persuade him further, but Prince Lieyang raised his hand to stop her from continuing.
"This is 'my' trial, and no one else may intervene."