Zuo Xiaoluo didn't like the current situation, yet there was nothing she could do.
She had tried several times to use her sword skill to split the sea, each time failing just like a stone sinking into the ocean.
She wanted to leave this place, but no matter what, she couldn't remember the way out!
"This is truly bizarre!"
Zuo Xiaoluo pounded her uncooperative head, flying in search of an exit.
Suddenly, a familiar force snapped Zuo Xiaoluo back to her senses, and the scene before her left her stunned.
Over twenty thousand soldiers stood motionless in midair, like clay statues.
They stood in neat rows, weapons clutched to their chests, eyes closed.
"Wake up! Open your eyes!"
"Who are you? Where is this place?"
The soldier who opened his eyes asked Zuo Xiaoluo with a look of confusion.
"I am your Patriarch! Don't you recognize me?"
"I don't know you!"
The soldier yawned, closed his eyes again.
