Pei Ling found himself sitting in the same seat he had occupied upon first entering the Post Station, restored to his original appearance.
At the table in front of him sat Su Xirou, Meng Hongxuan, and Huan Yunzhen.
Darkness seeped in from outside the door, swiftly swallowing the figures seated in the hall.
Gazes full of scrutiny, covetousness, malice, and greed... lurked within the darkness, fixed intently on Pei Ling.
"Tap, tap, tap..."
Soft footsteps sounded as the black-robed figure hurried out from behind the counter, carrying a coarse pottery bowl toward their table.
"Clack."
Four bowls of Soul Wine were set down on the table.
In a hoarse, obscure voice, as though the speaker had not spoken for a long time, the figure said, "The rules here... knock... listen for a reply... cannot... stay for half a month..."
The black-robed figure stood right beside the table, yet its voice seemed to come from a place far away, indistinct and broken, hard to make out.
Was this... the first Illusion Realm?
His thoughts raced, and Pei Ling quickly came to his senses. He immediately reached behind his back, his palm touching a warm, jade-like sword hilt.
The hilt felt familiar. Its uneven markings, examined closely, formed the outlines of several peaks within the Cold Abyss Sword Sect.
Pei Ling's heart settled at once. Wei Duanju's Natal Flying Sword was still here. The real Wei Duanju had been completely replaced by him and had vanished without a trace, no longer existing!
Five Illusion Realms, and he had taken care of a Dao Integration Cultivator...
However, his identity had been exposed. He could no longer use Wei Duanju's identity.
Of course, Pei Ling now understood the general rules of this Post Station. Using more or less the same method to take care