Lin Heng glanced at the young man before him.
Thick brows, large eyes, slightly prominent cheekbones. He wore a grayish-blue Daoist robe, a short sword tucked at his waist, and carried himself with crisp competence.
A stranger. He did not recognize him at all.
"Junior Brother?"
The young man called again, a touch of concern in his voice.
Lin Heng gave an embarrassed smile and waved his hand.
"It's nothing, nothing. I was distracted just now. Don't mind it, Senior Brother."
The young man eyed him suspiciously from head to toe but did not ask further. He patted Lin Heng on the shoulder, then turned and returned to the group.
Lin Heng let out a breath and quietly followed behind them.
At the moment, there were only two things that mattered.
First, figuring out exactly where he was.
Second, figuring out what the system—or rather, Lin Ziqing—was trying to do.
As for those two main quest options that had popped up on the panel, at a time like this... he was still supposed to do quests?
Did they take him for a three-year-old? He was no Liu Huangshu; he could not slit his own throat and ascend to heaven!
The group wound down along a twisting mountain ridge.
The stone steps beneath their feet were paved with green jade. Though ancient, they bore not the slightest trace of weathering.
Both sides were thick with spiritual plants whose names Lin Heng did not know.
As the elevation dropped, the view before them gradually opened up.
South Immortal Island.
The entire island floated above an endless sea of spiritual energy.
The spiritual sea glimmered milky white. What churned within it was not water, but liquid spiritual energy.
The island was divided into three terraced levels.
The lowest level was an endless expanse