When Li Qing opened his eyes again, he found himself in a place resembling a Library Pavilion.
Surrounded by Curio Shelves, the shelves were filled with all sorts of books.
Dozens of oil lamps illuminated the entire room as if it were daytime.
Jing Yan, dressed in a white Liuxian Skirt, sat at the edge of the bed, holding a cup of hot tea, gazing into the distance.
"Those waterfalls of white mist and the blooming companion flowers, though annoying, flow and blossom there, allowing me to forget that I am now underground," Jing Yan's voice rang out faintly.
Li Qing withdrew his gaze that had been surveying the surroundings and glanced outside the window lattice.
The room faced the cliff he had visited before, but the dense Bronze Coffins were gone, leaving only the clustered flowers on the entire cliff face visible.
Jing Yan shifted her gaze from the distance and took down the teapot from the little clay stove, pouring a cup of tea for Li Qing.
