The Great Sun hangs high, its sunlight blazing.
The pillar of light bursting from the depths of the vortex gradually dissipates, the enormous vortex slowly shrinking until it disappears completely, leaving the lake surface calm once more.
At this moment, beams of tunneling light from all directions converge, landing on the most grand and luxurious nine-story ship.
The tunneling light fades, as one Golden Core Master after another steps onto the nine-story platform, each selecting a Jade Couch to sit.
In no time, nearly a hundred Jade Couches have found their masters, while in the center of the platform, more than ten gorgeous maidens dressed in pink gauze danced gracefully to Immortal Music, their movements graceful and full of charm.
On one of the Jade Couches sat a tall, distinguished young warrior, none other than the invited Zhao Sheng.
