"Qingcheng!?" My heart jolted. In a daze, I felt as though I had been plunged into a dream. The unreality of it left me at a loss for a moment. I hurried out into the corridor, where a woman's figure stood at the far end.
I stared blankly at her all-too-familiar figure, and at that anxious, searching gaze. For a moment, I didn't know whether I should hurry over to her or wait right there for her to come.
Her face was lovely as spring and pure as jade, her hair wreathed in fragrant mist, her beautiful eyes glowing like rosy clouds. No matter how many times I saw her, she seemed etched into my mind. Xue Qingcheng—she could look down upon all the beauties beneath heaven.
Each step was extraordinarily difficult for me. She had grown even younger. After entering the Eight Desolations World again, she was so perfect that even I felt ashamed of my own appearance.
"Xia Yitian!" Her voice carried a searching, expectant note. That quiet flower reflected in water, possessing a sharp, intimidating heroic spirit despite her delicate beauty, stood out in that call.
How I wished she would call my name once more. But I could no longer control myself. I strode forward. I wanted to embrace her immediately—right now!
Whoosh! Yet in that tiny corridor, all I saw the next moment was an empty passageway. Xue Qingcheng had vanished without a trace. In the briefest instant, I came to my senses again. Could all of this have been a dream? Had I drunk too much Fallen Heaven Wine?
That was impossible!
"Xia Yitian!"
Just as I stood there in a daze, Xue Qingcheng's voice rang out again from the rear courtyard. So I hadn't fallen into a dream after all. While I was