Lu Chuan boarded the wooden boat and headed toward the center of the lake.
Paddling continuously, Lu Chuan's speed increased steadily.
Soon, he saw the small island in the center of the lake from afar.
There was indeed a wooden house on the island, very plain, without any extra decorations.
From a distance, the wooden house appeared desolately situated there.
Lu Chuan continued to speed up, determined to arrive on the island ahead of the Ming family.
Finally, Lu Chuan approached the island.
The island was flat, and behind the wooden house was a small forest; the entire island was small enough to see its edges at a glance.
Lu Chuan stopped at the shore, then disembarked and walked toward the wooden house.
Arriving in front of the house, Lu Chuan raised his right hand and gently knocked on the door.
"Hello, is anyone there?"
Lu Chuan asked.
However, no one answered.
Lu Chuan knocked on the door again, asking, "Is anyone there?"