On the vast blue sea, an enormous treasure ship was sailing with its sails raised. Li Huowang frowned deeply, gazing at the distant waves and the Rotating Light Mirror at his side.
"Captain, are you sure we're still on course?" he asked the barefoot man next to him, whose skin was tanned and rough.
"Come on now, I've been eating from the sea for over forty years. As long as the coordinates you gave are right, this ship can't possibly go astray. We'll definitely be there before nightfall."
Just then, a stifled scream rose from inside the cabin, wretched beyond words.
But the captain didn't spare a glance for the strange events caused by the Ao Jing Sect followers, simply minding his own business. When he turned, there was a Hong Zhong talisman affixed to the back of his neck.
Not just him—everyone working on the ship had been fooled by Li Huowang. Their thoughts were altered into shadow pieces upon his chessboard.
