Nan Xian and Qing Dai were swept into a passageway, uncontrollably falling into darkness.
Faintly, they heard an excited voice.
It seemed that they had crashed into something which they, together with that thing, continued to fall downward.
After a long time, light appeared before their eyes.
"Where is this?"
Qing Dai got up, looking around in confusion.
The nearby trees were different from before—taller and denser—and the concentration of Spiritual Energy in the air was also much higher, entirely different from the barren world they had just left.
Beyond the woods, Qing Dai could sense the presence of many powerful Demon Beasts hiding.
"You...you...."
Suddenly, a middle-aged man in a green robe with a disheveled beard appeared beside them.
He pointed at Qing Dai, and then glanced at Nan Xian's soul, his hands trembling.
"How did you fall down from there? I was almost there! I've waited for this day for over twenty years, and now you've ruined it!"
