The Powerful Inner Demon

"Chen Fan!" Qin Xian'er woke, her beautiful eyes slowly opening. Her limpid gaze was like a clear spring lake, making one's heart tremble.

Chen Fan's face showed a faint smile. The Soul-Gathering Tower had finally worked, awakening Qin Xian'er, who had slumbered for more than seven years.

"Chen Fan, I had a very long dream."

Qin Xian'er seemed not to know what had happened. She still felt as though she were lost in a dream. Propping herself up with her arms, she slowly sat up and looked at Chen Fan. "In my dream, I heard your voices, but I could never wake up, nor could I see any of you. What happened? I..."

Her face was filled with confusion. As she recalled the battle at the entrance to the Ancient Immortal Road, she suddenly remembered that she should already have died. Her expression changed at once.

"I... wasn't I dead?" she asked in panic, throwing her arms around Chen Fan as though afraid she was still dreaming.

Yet when she felt the warmth radiating from him, everything suddenly seemed real. A gentle hand lightly patted her jade-like back, and then Chen Fan's voice reached her.

"You didn't die. You were unconscious for seven years, and now I've brought you back." Chen Fan soothed Qin Xian'er, feeling that every danger he had endured over those seven years had been worth it.

Yet Mu Yunshui's figure also flashed through his mind. What had happened in the Supreme Restriction inheritance grounds back then left his heart incomparably conflicted.

"I slept for seven years?" Qin Xian'er was still utterly stunned, having no idea what exactly had happened.

After a moment, Chen Fan began recounting the events of the past few years: repairing the killing formation within Qin Xian'er's body, then leaving to search for