"Go to the Southernmost Sea to find me nine dragons, they must be formidable. Then have someone craft a golden palanquin!"
Qin Jun waved his hand with a smile, Bai Ze understood immediately what he intended to do.
Nine dragons pulling a palanquin!
Indeed, it was befitting his status as a Saint Emperor.
Bai Ze nodded, bowed, and then turned to leave.
Qin Jun sat down and began to consider who to take with him to the Central Wilderness.
Sun Wukong and Luo Shixin had already accompanied him once; it was time for others.
...
Three days later.
In front of the Junzheng Hall, a two-zhang-high golden palanquin quietly sat at the foot of the stairs. The palanquin was luxurious and grand, exuding a Supreme aura. Around the golden palanquin lay nine dragons, each five zhang in length with scales of varying colors, all possessing the cultivation of the True Immortal Realm.
