"You're actually still in the Immortal City of Bliss?"
"I've always been."
"But that place... this..."
Hei Jiao momentarily looked at Huan Meng before him and then upwards, his gaze seeming to penetrate the slowly descending Divine Mountain to land on the several figures even higher up.
He opened his mouth, but a thousand doubts surged into his mind all at once, rendering him momentarily at a loss for what to say, thus he could only stand there, dumbfounded.
The next moment, perhaps because he couldn't feel the terrifying pressure from the Divine Mountain above or maybe because Huan Meng was by his side, Hei Jiao's attention broke free from the looming great terror and turned curiously towards the Dream Illusion Dao Body, asking a question that had long been buried in his heart:
"My Lord, Hei Jiao is puzzled about something, may I ask if you could resolve my doubt?"
"Speak freely."
