Night deepened.
Time seemed to congeal, allowing an indescribable force of terror to seep through the void, cross the walls between dimensions, lock onto a sinful plane and world, and even slip effortlessly through the Heaven and Earth Barrier into this world.
No one knew of this scene. No one saw it, either.
Yet inside the Sword Immortal Grand Hall, Zhang Yang—the true master of the Sword Immortal World—was watching a beauty beneath the lamplight. The more he looked, the more beautiful she became.
Fine, that was a joke. He wasn't that kind of person.
A beauty was a guest—yeah, right.
She could only be a prisoner beneath the steps. But a prisoner like Li Meng was truly a rare sight.
Zhang Yang had made an exception and given her a whole table of iced watermelon. He had even granted her the right to watch the year's grandest show.
Yet Li Meng's expression at that moment was extremely subtle. It was neither apprehensive nor trembling, much less pitiful or coquettish. She sat ramrod straight, staring straight ahead with her eyes slightly narrowed. Without showing anger, she radiated—beauty.
That righteous bearing, that pride, that delight—all because Zhang Yang had said that the Dream Ancient God would invade the Sword Immortal World tonight. Did this count as a beauty provoking a furious response?
Li Meng did not say another sentence, or even another word. From that moment onward, she maintained the aura of an icy-pure goddess.
Zhang Yang did not mind. The night was long, the iced watermelon sweet and cold, and he kept supplying her with as much as she could eat.
Hmm, as for why Li Meng was not in the Ancient Castle in the Dream Dimension, but had instead appeared in the Sword Immortal Grand Hall...
The reason was