When he opened his eyes, the first thing Jiang Lin saw was a sky.
No, calling it a sky was a stretch. It was more like a pure blue emptiness with nothing in it.
There were no white clouds or sun. It seemed as if the firmament were within reach—or perhaps he was standing atop the firmament itself!
Wait, where was this?
Jiang Lin sat up. His head hurt, and he felt groggy, as if he had slept for four or five days.
Jiang Lin remembered arriving at the ninth floor of the library, then somehow entering the library's hidden tenth floor, which was a small space.
After that, he had been bumped around by a Little Red Paper. He had unfolded it, and then... then he seemed to have arrived here.
Could this be another Secret Realm or Small World?
A Small World within another Small World? That's insane!
"Hey, kid, stop sleeping. Get up and practice your cultivation."
While Jiang Lin was still in a daze, a clear, cheerful female voice drifted over from the distance.
Only when Jiang Lin looked over did he notice a little boy lying on his back on the ground atop the clouds nearby, panting heavily.
A girl in a Red Dress walked over to the little boy. She lightly brushed down her skirt, crouched beside him, propped up her chin with one hand, and held a tender green branch in the other. She poked the little boy's face again and again. A vivid red flame-shaped beauty mark adorned the center of her brows, making her look as beautiful as a blazing flame.
The instant Jiang Lin saw the Red Dress girl's face clearly, his pupils contracted, and that night resurfaced in his mind.
Jiang Lin estimated that he would never forget that