"Clang, clang, clang..."
Through the haze, Fang Chen seemed to hear metal being struck. He slowly opened his eyes to a roof of wooden beams and tiles.
Looking around, he found himself lying on a bamboo bed. The room was sparsely furnished: besides the bed, there was only a wooden table, a chair, and a cabinet. On the table sat an old candlestick, three overturned porcelain bowls, and a badly warped copper kettle, burnt almost black.
"Clang, clang, clang..."
The sound of metal being struck came from outside the room.
"Where am I?"
Fang Chen was bewildered. He remembered Azure Cloud Daoist and the other Peak Masters taking him into a cave to meet Dao Lord Honghe. Dao Lord Honghe had used the Glazed Mirror to examine his body, and then he had lost consciousness.
"Could I be dreaming?"
Fang Chen pinched his thigh hard. A sharp pain shot through him.
"Hiss!"
He grimaced in pain and muttered, "So this is real. I'm not dreaming. I wonder if the Floating Immortal Sword is still here!"
Fang Chen immediately looked down at his right palm. He closed his hand and felt that the Floating Immortal Sword was still there.
With a thought, the Floating Immortal Sword appeared in his hand.
"Thank goodness they didn't discover the Floating Immortal Sword!"
Looking at the sword in his hand, Fang Chen slowly breathed a sigh of relief. Dao Master Honghe was a Void Integration Realm expert, and he had even used the Glazed Mirror. Though the mirror was damaged, it was still powerful. Fang Chen really had feared they would discover the Floating Immortal Sword.
Now it seemed his worry had been needless.
"Clang, clang, clang..."
The sound of metal being struck rang out again beyond the room.
Fang Chen frowned slightly. With a