Moonlight like a wash, gently poured over the majestic loft of the Carefree Ship, suspended above the clouds. The silver radiance intertwined with the soft glow emerging from within the pavilion, weaving a dreamlike picture.
On the fifth floor of the Sky Loft, the atmosphere was exceptionally heavy, as if even the air had solidified.
Aidan, the Holy Light Lord of the Bright Clan, one of the Six Great Sub-Ancestor Levels, stood in the center of the pavilion, dressed in a brilliantly dazzling holy robe, surrounded by layer upon layer of holy light pressure.
At that moment, the pressure on him suddenly surged to seven layers.
Like seven invisible mountains, pressing against Lin Dong, who stood opposite him.
Aidan's gaze flickered with undeniable authority, intending to force Lin Dong to kneel with this vast pressure.
However, facing this oppression that would make most strong individuals tremble, Lin Dong stood like a rock, unwavering.
