After getting the news and clarifying the details, Chen Chuan checked out of his room and went to the Sheriff's residence. The Sheriff enthusiastically led him to a private dock.
A sailboat was moored there. The boatman was a sturdy, dark-skinned man. His face was covered in wrinkles, making him look old, but his physical condition suggested he was not yet forty.
According to the Sheriff, the boatman was originally a resident of Feiguang Island. Although his family had since moved to Luo Wang Island, he was very familiar with the area, so there was no need to worry.
Chen Chuan noticed the boatman seemed somewhat reluctant, yet he also appeared to fear the Sheriff, giving him a begrudging air.
He gave a small smile, stepped onto the boat, and sat down inside.
The Sheriff took off his hat and waved, wishing him a safe journey.
Chen Chuan nodded back in acknowledgment.
