Lin Mu felt the familiar lurch of spatial displacement, his body stretching and compressing in impossible directions as the teleportation array flung them across dimensions.
Beside him, Monk Hushu chanted softly, attempting to maintain the balance of his internal energy, while Meng Bai clung to the monk's shoulder like a drowning man clinging to driftwood. Daoist Chu, pale-faced and sweating, gritted his teeth, enduring the disorienting chaos as best he could.
"This is most certainly not how it's supposed to be!" Daoist Chu shouted. But the words were swallowed by the roaring silence of the void. Realizing no one could hear him in the distortion, he swiftly took out his jade slip and transmitted the message telepathically.
"You're right," Lin Mu responded grimly. "I think the instability has caused the teleportation channel to veer off course."
