At the opening of the mystic realm.
A huge rocket suddenly appeared.
It was pristine white in color with a red, pointy tip and a pair of semi-transparent golden wings.
An Lin was strapped tightly to the exterior of the rocket by sections of golden string, and he felt as if he were going to blast off into space where he would meet his doom.
He looked down at Bai Ling with a dark expression. "This is what you meant when you said I should take your rocket?!"
An eager smile appeared on Bai Ling's beautiful face. "This is a prototype that has never taken a passenger before, so you'll have to make do for now."
"Am I really not going to die?" An Lin was feeling quite uneasy.