"How did I end up here? What place is this?"
Feng Que woke up from a stupor, gazing blankly at the canopy above.
At the moment, she was sprawled on the ground, her red dress covering a landscape of peaks and valleys. It was undeniable that she was a sister. Despite not dominating like Feng Luan, she had traits that distinguished her, grand enough to accommodate two hands.
The surrounding void was like smoke, constantly fluctuating, filled with a sense of unreality.
The only thing she remembered before losing consciousness was their team being ambushed. The opponents were overwhelmingly powerful, and before she even had a chance to retaliate, she was flung away. What followed was a churned tumble of spirit and consciousness, quickly eroding into unconsciousness.
"We're inside my Magic Artifact's space."
A familiar, yet strangely foreign memory surfaced in Feng Que's ear. She slowly turned her head and saw a familiar face.
