That night, Li Ling and Mu Qingsi sat cross-legged facing each other. On the long purple sandalwood table beside them stood an unusually shaped, gold-inlaid Boshan incense burner, its delicate fragrance filling the room with curling blue smoke.
Amid ripples like those on water, mist seemed to rise in the void, blurring everything before them.
Dream and reality began to intertwine.
Li Ling felt himself standing suspended in midair, his spirit seemingly leaving his body and entering an entirely different world.
He was already thoroughly familiar with this procedure. Soon, he successfully connected with Ma Wanbao's dreamscape and crossed into it.
Ma Wanbao's mind was clear and perceptive. He immediately sensed something amiss. "Who dares intrude upon my dreamscape!"
"Me!" Seeing this, Li Ling made no attempt to hide and stepped out openly.
Ma Wanbao's brows knitted tightly. The Li Ling he saw in a dreamscape might not truly be Li Ling; he could be some other demon or ghost.
Yet just then, a sudden flash of insight came to him, and he felt that the man before him truly was Li Ling.
It was an intuition born of karma's pull, a sense that old debts were about to be settled. They had fought before, and both had vaguely sensed that another battle would come sooner or later. They simply had not expected that premonition to come true under these circumstances.
"Li Ling..."
Ma Wanbao murmured softly, his expression suddenly turning utterly grim.
"You actually dared come here to kill me..."
"Ma Wanbao, you levy ruinous exactions and know no bounds to your greed. The cultivators of the North Sea have despised you for far too long. Today is the day you die!" Mu Qingsi's figure appeared. She had followed Li Ling into this place.
Ma Wanbao snorted coldly, resentment