When Yu Lian opened his eyes, it took a good five or six seconds for his senses and vision to truly reconnect with the real world. Then it took just as long for him to settle down from the surreal feeling that everything was out of place. Only then did he regain the sense that his mind was in control of his body.
"Mm, the familiar ceiling... Hey, isn't that a transparent dome? So, a familiar starry sky." Yu Lian let out a heartfelt sigh.
The ceiling of the Silent Star's observatory was certainly no transparent dome, but it could produce a similar effect.
Ordinary people couldn't tell one starfield from another, but even a moderately experienced navigator could, let alone a psychic like Yu Lian.
This time, he was sure he had truly returned. Everything he'd experienced after opening that "treasure chest" in the spirit world felt like it had happened in another lifetime.
Of course, what mattered was that he was alive again.
As long as he survived, he would only grow stronger.
He turned his face toward Xiao Hui, who was floating in the air on her side. Her face—made of nanocells—was less than half a meter from his. He asked seriously, "How long has it been?"
"Not long. I've been gone for ten years. Boohoohoo, I've turned into this shape. Boohoohoo, why didn't you show me your true form sooner?" As she gave a pitiful sob, her prison uniform transformed into a lavish, pearl-adorned imperial gown.
Even when Brunhild occasionally wore women's clothes for grand ceremonies, her outfits weren't this extravagant.
Yu Lian gave her a dead-fish stare. "Aren't you people incapable of lying?"
Xiao Hui fluttered her long eyelashes, then lifted her bright, lively eyes, making no effort to hide her disappointment at his lack