The scene before Ling Chuxi's eyes changed and she returned to the Meru space. She still maintained her previous posture. Everything seemed like a dream, but it was so real.
What was going on? Could it really be a dream? Ling Chuxi's mind was filled with confusion. But if it was a dream, why did that feeling feel so clear?
The scroll was still unfurled and laid out in front of Ling Chuxi. At a glance, Ling Chuxi covered her mouth in surprise.
In the image, the man was still standing on the peak of the mountain, but he was no longer standing with his hands behind his back. Instead, he held a long sword and pointed it at the nine provinces in front of him.
It wasn't a dream. Everything that had just happened wasn't a dream.
Ling Chuxi slowly stood up and once again drew her sword, pointing it forward.
She had rehearsed this action thousands of times just now, and it was a natural move.
