He hurriedly turned to ask Cheng Jing, "Did you see that?"
Cheng Jing's eyes were bewildered. "What does Your Majesty mean?"
He had not seen it.
The emperor suppressed the excitement in his heart and stared keenly into the air, but in the time it took him to turn his head, Wang Fei Yin had already vanished.
Pan Yun stood by a riverbank. She looked and looked, then turned to ask Pan Little Black, "Strange, why can't I fly right now? How am I supposed to cross the Yangtze River?"
Pan Little Black said, "You call this the Yangtze River?"
Pan Yun frowned. "If this isn't the Yangtze River, then what is it?"
Pan Little Black fixed its black eyes on her. After a moment, it asked, "Do you remember how your soul left your body?"
"Left my body? What are you talking about?" Pan Yun looked at it suspiciously. "Weren't we going back to Mount Sanqing for the New Year?"
Well, she must have suffered some damage to her soul when she entered the road to the underworld, causing her to seal away some of her memories.
Pan Little Black told her the truth, but Pan Yun's sense of self was too strong. She suspected Pan Little Black was fake, yet never doubted herself.
Right in front of it, Pan Yun pinched her own arm. After hissing in pain, she looked at it speechlessly. "You're saying this isn't my body?"
Pan Little Black jumped up in agitation. "You're in the underworld now, the underworld! Here, what's the difference between pinching your seven souls and three spirits and pinching your flesh and blood? Of course it hurts!"
Pan Yun took several steps back and silently raised a hand, only to discover that her entire body was weak. She could not