Ten days later.
The massive vortex floating on the sea surface slowly closed, stirring up gigantic waves.
A fleet of disc-shaped treasure ships rose into the air, flying skyward to avoid being swallowed by the vortex.
At the same time, two streaks of streaming light quietly ascended to the cloud sea of the heavenly vault, landing on the clouds to reveal the figures of Zhao Sheng and Master Granny.
By now, the exploration of the Prisoner God Palace might be considered a great success. The entire process went so smoothly, without a single mishap occurring along the way, which surprised Zhao Sheng quite a bit.
Master Granny looked at him, her eyes bright and probing, "Taoist Zhao, now that this is over, if you have no other place to go. Why not come with this old woman to Daughter Peak and stay for a few days?"
