This was where?
In the misty white fog, Meng Yuan didn't know where he was, but just walked forward aimlessly.
He looked down at his legs and found that he could walk freely.
Had his cold poison been cured? He was ecstatic.
What about Ling'er? He hoped that the first person to share this joy with him was her. But where did Ling'er go, why wasn't she by his side?
Meng Yuan looked left and right, but there was still white fog in front of him, and Zhao Ling could not be seen at all.
He was flustered, and he felt that he had never been so frightened before.
"A-Yuan... A-Yuan..." In a trance, he vaguely heard someone calling him.
It's Ling'er's voice!
He used light energy, flew up, and followed the sound to find it all the way.
The surrounding scenery gradually became clear, with mountains and rocks, sparse vegetation, and yellow leaves all over the ground. This was a cliff.
