Night had fallen. South Owl found two beautiful women and planned to enjoy himself.
Just as he was getting into it, boom! The earth shook, and the room lurched violently. It rocked harder and harder, rattling until South Owl was thrown to the floor. The back of his head struck a vase, shattering it. Blood streamed from his scalp, and he howled in pain.
The room lurched again. South Owl tumbled toward the window and nearly flew out. He glanced outside, and what he saw left him stunned.
"Ah... Help! Pull me back in!"
Hanging from the window, South Owl was scared senseless. A certain part of him had gone limp as a dead fish.
He had discovered that Dragon Mansion was flying.
If he let go, he would plunge to the ground. At best, he would break his arms and legs. At worst, his skull would burst open and he would die.
South Owl's face went deathly pale. Terror filled him, and the two women he had been playing with were just as frightened.
Suddenly, Dragon Mansion flipped over in the sky. As it turned upside down, South Owl lost his grip and flew from the window.
A statue stood below with both hands raised. South Owl landed squarely on them. With a wet squelch, they pierced straight through his naked body. It was a gruesome death.
Dragon Mansion descended into chaos. All sorts of things rained down, and more than a hundred people died from the fall alone. Protected by the Guards, Little Zhuge escaped with nothing worse than a cut on his head.
The entire Holy Land was thrown into alarm. The Five Elders, who lived in the Sacred Temple, rushed over, while the troops stationed on the island converged on the scene.
"What on earth happened?"