After agreeing on a few matters, Han Li finally bade farewell and left the stone house.
A moment later, with a booming sound above the great hall, a black colossal boat broke through the air and shot away towards the far distance.
Han Li stood at the bow, gazing into the distant void, a thoughtful expression on his face.
"Husband, did Fellow Daoist Ming come to see you for something urgent?" Footsteps sounded from behind, and a gentle voice came forth—it was Nangong Wan, gracefully approaching, with a pertinent question.
"This matter is rather lengthy to explain. Wait until we're back in the cabin, and I will tell you in detail," Han Li replied with a bitter smile, turning his body around as he spoke.
...
Months later, in a certain mysterious space, three vicious-looking beasts each bit tightly on a purple-gold chain, staring uneasily at the other ends of the three chains, where a black-clad youth was similarly wrapped in chains.
