Qingqiu.
An island in the lake.
Ancient cypresses swayed, their cool, clear fragrance drifting in wisps through the misty waters.
The lights in the little building were still burning. Suddenly, the candle flames stirred, and two figures slowly took shape inside.
They were none other than Fu Qiong and Zisai!
Their forms gradually grew clearer, but both wore bewildered expressions, as if they had yet to recover from being possessed by immortals.
Then, another figure in dark robes, with frost-white hair, slowly appeared in an open space not far from them.
Long lashes lowered over an exquisite face. It was Ling Yi.
Ling Yi was just as entranced, her gaze dazed as she remained immersed in the immortal melody whose lingering notes still seemed to echo.
At that moment, two more graceful figures appeared inside the building.
One had the bearing of an immortal, while the other wore a flower-patterned black dress. They were Kongmeng and Mogui.
The two felt a moment of disorientation before suddenly appearing in this familiar-looking room. They had yet to react when they looked up and saw Fu Qiong, Zisai, and Ling Yi already there. They couldn't help but pause, but soon regained their composure.
Mogui's gaze turned cold as she quickly asked, "Is this an Illusion Realm?"
Kongmeng's hand formed a series of magic seals. In an instant, she deployed several methods of investigation, but sensed nothing amiss.
She gave a slight shake of her head and said at once, "It shouldn't be!"
"We may have returned to the time of the Primordial War."
At this, Mogui didn't answer right away. Her Spiritual Sense spread like water, surging out in every direction.
Before long, she discovered that they were on the very island where they had first entered Qingqiu. The magnolia tree beside the