Dimming, dimming.
Then waking up.
Shen Baobao looked around in confusion. What she first saw was a solemn and majestic palace, and beside it, was a gigantic Jingpeng stretching for hundreds of miles—
Yet, the strange part was that although the palace was clearly not large, perhaps only a mile square, it could contain a hundred-mile Jingpeng within!
She instinctively raised her head and saw a blurry yet familiar figure, seated upon the dignified imperial throne.
Shen Baobao shivered and immediately prostrated herself, her voice trembling:
"The seventh seat of High Heaven, pay respects to the Central Pole Sect Leader!"
The Central Pole Sect Leader, or Zhang Fusheng, quietly watched Shen Baobao, with fine star-like lines swirling and floating in his eyes, perceiving the cause and effect wrapped around her,
perceiving her various experiences aboard the Jingpeng Ship.
For a long time.
