The ship's structure was remarkably high, with flags waving proudly, imposing and majestic, smoothly approaching. Ye Cheng and others wanted to look up, but heard a shout from the front: "Prisoners, do not gaze around, lower your heads quickly."
The voice belonged to a young man, noble in demeanor, full of vigor. His voice was as thunderous, containing the wondrous Ethereal Immortal Sound and Chest Drum Thunder Sound. He was Nangong Xuanming. Ye Cheng, Han Zisha, Meng Han, Zhou Zhengde, Di Yilong, Liu Renyi... the elders felt extremely humiliated, their clothes tattered, with the lake wind biting cold into their hearts. But they had already bound their hands and feet according to the order, shaved their black hair, stripped off their clothing. Unable to resist further, they obeyed the shout, bowed their heads submissively, waiting for punishment.
