Bang-
Jiang Lu fell to the ground with a dull thud that rang out with particular clarity in this ethereal space.
All around her was silence; not even the slightest sound of flowing spiritual energy could be heard.
The impact instantly shattered the stillness of the entire space.
Jiang Lu landed in an ungainly heap, her body trembling slightly as a dull, heavy ache numbed her knees and legs. She gently rubbed them. She had been dragged straight here before she could even react, without the slightest chance to brace herself.
She frowned faintly, pressed her palms against the ground, and slowly pushed herself upright.
A trace of anger gathered between her brows. Her lips were pressed tight, and a hint of teeth-grinding frustration rose in her eyes.
Her fingers slowly curled into tight fists, her shoulders and back rising and falling slightly. She forced herself to close her eyes and take a deep breath, calming the emotions churning inside her.
Only after a long while did she finally suppress the stifled anger in her chest.
Jiang Lu opened her eyes and surveyed the silent, deserted space, muttering with a hint of dissatisfaction:
"Couldn't you be a little gentler? Cultivators are people too. Why did you have to drag me in so forcibly?"
With that, she raised her gaze and carefully examined her surroundings.
The entire space was hazy and soft, with countless slender, translucent silver roots hanging everywhere. They descended slowly from overhead like ribbons of flowing light suspended across the sky.
Every root glowed with a faint, gentle white light, suffused with spiritual energy as it swayed softly.
Scattered among the countless roots were small, plump, snow-white fruits. Luminous and translucent, they hung quietly between the roots like condensed moonlight.
Curiosity stirred in Jiang Lu. She walked slowly