Li Weiyi was so startled that he instantly woke completely. Reaching to the side, he felt more bodies and limbs.
He immediately realized that he was no longer in the carriage and was likely already on the way to the Hidden Gate. But he could not see or hear, and had no idea what sort of environment he was in.
How long had he slept?
Suddenly, someone slapped him on the head, and the lower edge of the black cloth sack loosened with a swish.
His hearing returned, and the sound of water surging around a boat reached his ears.
Li Weiyi immediately pulled off the sack. Before him stretched a vast expanse of golden mist. Beneath him was a narrow boat more than ten meters long, and around him, twenty or thirty young men and women were packed tightly together.
Most of them had already removed their sacks, while the others were still taking theirs off.
They were all mentally resilient. None of those able to come here were ordinary people. After a brief commotion, they quickly sat upright and surveyed their surroundings.
Only a pair of gemstone-like green eyes glared furiously at Li Weiyi. White teeth clenched tight, red lips trembling, her hands resting on her lap were balled into fists.
She was the owner of the leg that had pressed against Li Weiyi's chest hard enough to hurt. Her position was beside his, and the boat was too narrow for either of them to move away. As soon as they had boarded, this rogue had grabbed her leg and pinned it beneath him so firmly that she could not break free at all.
The other party's cultivation was extremely high. Every time she tried to free herself, she was instead met with even fiercer tugging, pulling her