The interior of the ship was silent, save for the labored breathing of the trio. Their recent encounter had shaken them to the core. The ethereal appearance of the woman in red, although alluring, felt like a terrifying scene from a nightmarish fantasy.0

"Would it have hurt her to dance a little for us? If the Old Monk were to charm me with his celestial moves, I'd probably look the other way!" Wang Xuan quipped, wiping away the sweat that clung to his brow, in a bid to alleviate the palpable tension.0

After a brief pause, relief washed over them, making the recent ordeal seem like a distant memory. 0

Looking up at the inky sky, Qing Mu pondered aloud, "When she fully emerges in our world someday, I'm curious about what words you'll have then."1

A shiver ran down Wang Xuan's spine....0