"Qian!" I cried out, then placed my hand on hers. It was solid—real? Shock surged through me. Could it be that she had gone out to train and ended up here?
I held her hand. Her palm was warm, with the unique texture of a human being.
Zhao Qian let me grasp her palm, her cheeks flushed as she grew a little bashful. "Brother Tian... how did you end up here?"
"I don't know either. The big black beast knocked me down here. What about you? Weren't you cultivating in the west? How did you end up here too?" I hurriedly asked her in return. It was simply inconceivable. Could it be that while I had been here for two days, a thousand years had already passed in the outside world?
"When I returned, the senior and junior disciples in the sect all said that they couldn't find you anywhere. A whole year had already passed, so I applied to follow your old trail by myself. That brought me here. But then I was drawn in by a cloud of golden light and charged inside. I walked through this abandoned town, and suddenly saw a figure appear on this bridge. He looked very much like Brother Tian, so I hurried over—and it really was you!" Zhao Qian said with a faint smile. What was different about her voice, features, and appearance from the Zhao Qian who haunted my dreams?
I sighed and said with a wry smile, "You really are too careless. You actually got drawn in by this cloud. You'll have to be more careful from now on."
Zhao Qian let out a little laugh. "I calculated it with the Huntian Compass. This golden cloud wasn't particularly dangerous, so I came over. Do you still think I'm the girl