Fluffy clouds scuttling across a purple sky suddenly smashed into each other as a bolt of black lightning arced through the firmament.

Rumble—

Halfway through his teleportation, Lu Yun felt the world spin before he, the little fox, and Zhuo Bufan fell out of the formation light.

“Eh? Are we there already?” The little fox picked herself up from the ground and rubbed her aching bottom. She looked around with confusion, taking in purple grassy fields that stretched on without end until they met the purple sky. It was almost impossible to tell where the horizon was.

“No, something went wrong with the transportation formation.” Lu Yun stood up, his expression solemn behind the mask.

“Something did indeed go wrong.” Zhuo Bufan hastily adjusted his executive enforcer’s...