Chapter 364

After a thorough search of the first island yields no results, Ma Kong and Azrael prepare to move on. The islands of the third floor stretch out before them, each floating landmass a world unto itself, yet the one they're on remains eerily silent, devoid of any cultivators.

"Seems we've got no luck here," Ma Kong observes, his eyes fixed on the horizon where a medium-sized island catches his attention. An idea sparks in his mind, lightening the mood of their mission. "Hey, Azrael, want a race? Anyone who arrives first at that island," he points at the medium island with a grin, "will win."

Azrael raises an eyebrow, intrigued by the sudden proposal. "Oh? And what's the prize?" he inquires, the shadowy aura around him fluttering with amusement.

Ma Kong scratches his head, his initial enthusiasm faltering under the practicality of the question. "Eh... Nothing," he admits sheepishly, realizing he hadn't thought that far ahead.