The woman turned around.
It was an exceptionally beautiful face.
Her brows were like distant mountains, her eyes like cold stars, with a delicate nose, cherry lips, and skin as white as snow.
Yet there was not the slightest warmth in those eyes.
"Who are you?"
"Xiao Yan."
Feng Qing'er tilted her head slightly, as if recalling something, then shook her head.
"Never heard of you."
Xiao Yan's mouth twitched.
"And you?"
"Feng Qing'er."
"Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan?"
A flicker of surprise passed through Feng Qing'er's eyes before she resumed her lofty demeanor.
"Good that you know."
"I was here first. You can leave now!"
Xiao Yan smiled. "And why should I?"
"Because I'm stronger than you."
Xiao Yan opened his palm, and a cluster of Heavenly Flames floated quietly above it.
The flame was not fierce, yet it dimmed the surrounding lightning by several degrees.
Feng Qing'er's pupils contracted slightly.
Heavenly Flames.
She recognized it.
The two faced off in the side hall for an entire incense stick's time.
Neither made the first move.
Just as the stalemate reached its limit, a dull boom suddenly came from the depths of the secret realm.
The entire stone hall shook violently, and the ancient restrictions on the walls all lit up with blood-red light.
A black crack spread down from the ceiling, like a split vertical eye.
Feng Qing'er's expression changed.
"It's the entrance to the Trial Space. You shouldn't have touched that stone wall."
Xiao Yan looked toward the stone wall she had broken open, and his mouth twitched again.
The crack exploded beneath their feet.
Black light, like an invisible giant hand, dragged them both inside.
Trial Space.
It was a boundless grayish-white world.
An indescribable aura filled the space between heaven and earth.
At first, it seemed thin,