And Xi Ye, just as he infused spiritual power into the mysterious stele, felt himself suddenly transported to another place.
Surrounding him at first was a pale cyan expanse, nearly as light as the color of his garments, the heavens and earth one hue, no distance near or far distinct, no directions of east, west, south, or north discernible, as if he were in the midst of chaos.
"Little Qingqing—" He searched but wasn't afraid. It was just that he didn't understand why he suddenly found himself in an unfamiliar place while Lin Suqing, who had always been with him, was not by his side. He didn't know where she had gone. "Little Qingqing—"
He called out again and again, wondering, Where is this place? Why has it suddenly become like this? Normally, with Lin Suqing by his side, she seemed to have an answer for everything and could always resolve his confusions; but just when he needed her, she wasn't there, and he felt a bit of anger stirring.
