"Huh?!"
Hearing the pleasant chirping of mountain sparrows all around, Xun'er opened her eyes abruptly. Looking at the dense bushes surrounding her, her mind plunged into chaos for a moment. Supporting her fair forehead with one hand, she struggled to recall what had happened.
Xun'er only remembered that she had reached out to touch Xiao Yan's face, and then everything went black before she lost consciousness.
Could this be the inside of Brother Xiao Yan's soul?
Xun'er murmured softly as she made this guess, knitting her dark eyebrows slightly and sweeping her gaze once more across the sunlight-filtered woods.
For some reason, she always felt this place looked very familiar.
Xun'er raised her hand, yet she could not feel a shred of Dou Qi, nor could she mobilize any within her soul.
Wanting to raise her hand to touch a tree trunk, she discovered that her hand passed straight through it, which allowed Xun'er to make a much clearer judgment regarding her current predicament.
Clearly, this was not a soul space—at least not entirely—otherwise, there was no reason she wouldn't be able to touch these trees.
If that was the case, then it should be something like a memory?
How astute Xun'er's mind was; she instantly guessed a concept intimately connected to the soul yet completely distinct from it.
As for whose memory it was, naturally it went without saying.
Since it's Brother Xiao Yan's memory...
Combined with Xun'er's sense of familiarity with this place, almost instantly she determined where she was. As Xun'er walked out of the woods and saw that exceptionally familiar city down below, it served as a direct and straightforward proof of her guess.
Wutan City.
Xun'er arrived in the city, gazing at streets that were familiar yet felt estranged for many years. There were many