The golden light was so sudden and powerful that Zhong Shenxiu could hardly resist.
By the time he realized what was happening, he stood on a deck.
Zhong Shenxiu's heart stirred, but he did not act rashly. Instead, he feigned an angry surprise, "Who are you? Why have you captured me?"
As he called out, he swiftly surveyed the surroundings and saw that he was in a magnificent sky mansion bathed in golden light, resting atop a floating ship.
From a distance, it looked like a colossal palace-ship leisurely navigating between the blue sky and white clouds.
On both sides of the ship, there were statues of auspicious dragons and tigers, their features so lifelike that it seemed as if they might leap from the ship's body at any moment.
At this moment, Zhong Shenxiu had been placed on the deck of the palace-ship, surrounded by a group of Supreme Dragon and Tiger Sect disciples.
