Home!
At that moment, a thought buried in the deepest part of Wang Chen's heart quietly surfaced.
It was the thought he had yearned for day and night when he had first transmigrated here—to return to his own world.
Yet as time passed, Wang Chen had gradually forgotten this utterly impossible wish.
He had grown more and more accustomed to this new world.
But at this very moment, Wang Chen suddenly realized that the thought of going home had never truly vanished!
He shook his head with a bitter smile.
Yin Sulan, who was beside Wang Chen, keenly sensed something amiss and turned to ask, "What's wrong?"
Wang Chen came back to himself and quickly replied, "Nothing."
The next instant, his gaze sharpened. "Watch out!"
Before Wang Chen's words had faded, a black shadow burst from the thicket ahead and pounced at Yin Sulan with the speed of thunder, too swift to cover one's ears.
It was a sleek black panther!
This Demonic Beast clearly possessed formidable concealment abilities, having actually evaded both Wang Chen's and Yin Sulan's spiritual senses.
But if it remained still, so be it—once it moved, it exposed itself.
Though startled, Yin Sulan did not panic. She immediately snorted coldly and thrust out her Sword Finger at the pouncing black panther.
Sshk!
A streak of dazzling sword qi instantly crossed dozens of paces without the slightest obstruction, piercing straight through the Demonic Beast's head and boring a hole clean through its hardest skull.
The black panther immediately fell from the air, slid some distance, and came to a stop before Yin Sulan.
It was already dead.
"You fool who didn't know life from death!"
Yin Sulan sneered. "A mere Spirit Demon dared to launch a sneak attack."
Spirit Demons were in fact equivalent to Purple Mansion