Xiao Ran met the monk's gaze and raised his hand, striking the monk's enormous palm from afar.
"Boom!"
The two forces—one fierce and domineering, the other soft and changeable—clashed and burst apart in midair, sending out a shock wave!
The blast spread outward from the two of them, kicking up the snow and gravel on the ground and somewhat dispelling the thick smell of blood.
Since they had sealed their agreement with a slap of their palms, Xiao Ran didn't attack the monk. He formed a hand seal and dispelled the five little ghosts clinging to the monk's back. The monk immediately felt much lighter. The little ghosts hadn't hurt him, but after clinging to him for so long, they had made him deeply uncomfortable.
"Get on the ship!"
Xiao Ran shouted, shot into the sky, and headed straight for the treasure ship.
Wu Man followed close behind. He spread his arms, transformed into an eagle, grabbed the Crimson Blood Horse with his left talon and the Tiger Demon with his right, then carried Golden Toad Son along as he turned into a gust of foul wind and whooshed after them.
The monk laughed heartily, slammed his monk's staff against the ground, and launched himself into the air like a cannonball. He overtook the others and landed on the treasure ship's astonishingly vast deck almost at the same time as Xiao Ran.
The group boarded the treasure ship in an instant. A warmth unlike any they had ever felt washed over them—gentle and mellow, yet profound and brimming with vitality.
They felt a pleasant warmth spread through their bodies as the chill was driven away. When they looked around, even Xiao Ran, with his wealth of experience, couldn't help showing surprise.
The deck before them wasn't made of wood. It