Above the azure sea, a massive treasure ship was sailing with its sails high. Li Huowang frowned, gazing at the distant waves and the Rotating Light Mirror beside him.
"Captain, the position shouldn't be wrong, right?" He asked again to the barefooted man with rough, dark skin beside him.
"Listen to you, I've been sailing for over forty years. As long as the coordinates you've given are correct, the ship won't be wrong. We'll definitely arrive before night falls."
At that very moment, a suppressed scream echoed from the ship's cabin, a miserably sorrowful cry.
However, the captain paid no attention to the unusual behavior of the Ao Jing Sect followers, continuing with his own work. As he turned around, a Hong Zhong talisman was stuck to the back of his neck.
It wasn't just him; everyone working on the ship had been deceived by Li Huowang. Their minds were altered and turned into hidden pawns.
