In the center of the grand, empty hall, there was an ancient meditation cushion, made from an unknown material that emitted a special aura. Under Lu Yu's astonishment, his Primordial Spirit slowly sat down on the cushion.
Purple Cloud Palace emitted a boundless radiance at that moment, causing the Fire Dragon King's eyes to close involuntarily. When the light dispersed, the Fire Dragon King saw a young Taoist sitting on the cushion, smiling at him.
"Hong Jun!" the Fire Dragon King shouted, and charged forward with all his might.
However, the Taoist, who was seated in the hall, merely waved his sleeve lightly, and the Fire Dragon King found the scenery before him rapidly receding. No matter how much he struggled, he couldn't break free until he stopped, finding himself in front of the Nine Heavens Gate, as if he had never flown up at all.
