After Xiaocao turned into a streak of white light, she brought Chen Changan into another space.
As soon as they entered, Chen Changan hadn't even reacted yet, but Hongchen was already the first to get excited.
Hongchen immediately took human form and walked ahead.
"Hongchen, what's wrong?" Chen Changan asked curiously.
"There's... something I need here."
"It should be something the previous Sword Master Lord—that is, your father—left for me."
Hearing Hongchen's words, Chen Changan was taken aback. Something left for Hongchen?
Chen Changan was just about to follow her and search, but Hongchen vanished right in front of him in a watery shimmer.
"This... there's another space inside this space?"
"That's quite a trick."
Since his father had left something for Hongchen, there was no way he hadn't left anything for Chen Changan. So Chen Changan began searching the space too.
But it was completely empty. There was nothing here at all.
Could there be another space inside this one?
What a hassle.
"I'm the only one who can get in here. Is there really any need to make it this complicated?"
"Couldn't he just leave whatever it is out in the open?"
"Afraid it'll get stolen or something?"
Chen Changan had barely finished grumbling when a beam of light appeared in front of him. It looked like an entrance.
"This space is pretty considerate. Can it understand what people say?"
Chen Changan stepped into the light, and in the next instant, he appeared in another space.
"Who are you?"
"Is that you, Old Deng?"
After entering the other space, Chen Changan saw someone there—or, more precisely, a spiritual imprint that had been left behind.
Although the person had his back to him, Chen Changan had a feeling that this... was probably his unreliable Old Deng of a father.