Within the Time-Space Turbulence, Yang Mei wandered aimlessly in search of an exit.
But it was useless. His eyes were dull as he sat slumped within the turbulence, having lost all hope.
Suddenly, a little girl's voice reached his ears, rekindling hope in his nearly despairing heart.
He hurriedly got up, turned around, and followed the sound.
"Grandpa, that person is coming this way."
The girl's voice rang out again.
Before long, Yang Mei arrived at the spot. Yet after looking around and extending his senses, he found no trace of any living being.
He slumped back down in the turbulence and muttered to himself.
"Am I hallucinating?"
A moment later, the little girl's voice sounded again.
"Huh, why did he sit down? Can he not see us?"
Yang Mei rose to his feet, looked around once more, and bowed with cupped hands.
"May I ask which Fellow Daoist is present? Please reveal yourself."
"Grandpa, he really can't see us! We're right in front of him, and he still can't see us. Hehe..."
Hearing this, Yang Mei looked as though he had seen a ghost and immediately became vigilant.
"May I ask which Fellow Daoist is before me? Please reveal yourself." He bowed again with cupped hands.
An innocent, carefree laugh rang out once more.
"Time Light, stop fooling around. Don't frighten him."
Another aged and hollow voice sounded.
Then the turbulence shook, and an old man with a Crane-haired Childlike Face, dressed in blue-gray robes, appeared while holding the hand of an incomparably adorable little girl with a single topknot.
"Hehe, hello, Grandpa!" The little girl stuck out her tongue.
"Fellow Daoist, why are you sitting slumped in this turbulence?" the White-Haired Youthful Old Man asked.
"I... I accidentally entered this place. I have searched for the exit for