The mist was so thin that it could hardly be called mist at all. Some pleasant music was echoing far away in the sky.
Han Fei determinedly stepped forward.
After Han Fei walked dozens of kilometers in the company of the music, he heard a lot of sounds, and after a boom, he found himself in a palace.
The palace was golden and splendid. The floor was smooth and glittering like jade. All the pillars and beams were luxurious too.
Han Fei heard a warm and familiar voice.
"Huh? Old Han?"
Han Fei frowned and knew that he was in another test, but if the test was real, why was he hearing Old Han's voice?
Han Fei gently opened the curtain, and saw a woman lying on the bed feebly.
The woman seemed rather cold, but she had a delicate face and looked gorgeous even though she was wearing plain clothes.
Han Fei was stunned to see the woman, as she felt so familiar as if he had seen her from somewhere before.
