As Ye Han planted his foot on the step, he immediately sensed a strange tremor from beneath it. A little sprite-like figure emerged amid swirling starlight, with skin as fair as jade and an enormous head. He looked like a two- or three-year-old infant and wore a peculiar outfit pieced together from green leaves.
The moment the little fellow appeared, he clapped his chubby hands and began to sing...
The tune was exceedingly strange, like a nursery rhyme and yet like an incantation. As Ye Han listened, it stirred his heart and soul, and images he dared not look at appeared before his eyes...
Inside a warm little basket, two blurred figures hovered before him, murmuring a little song as they rocked the cradle. He felt himself growing drowsy, as though sinking into a dream he had not experienced in countless years...
Meanwhile, the Immortal-Thief Outsider Race cultivator and Bai Daozi saw Ye Han stop as soon as he stepped onto the staircase, as though he had run into some trouble. His expression grew strange as well.
Bai Daozi could not help asking the Immortal-Thief Outsider Race cultivator, "Old Thief, what's happening to Fellow Daoist Ye?"
The Immortal-Thief Outsider Race cultivator shrugged. "How would I know? Could he have fallen into an illusory realm? He looks like he's enjoying himself!"
At this point, he hesitated despite himself, then added, "Should we warn him?"
Bai Daozi shook his head. "It's no use. Our voices can't reach him at all."
He paused, then looked toward the staircase that had vanished on their right and said helplessly, "But once we choose a direction, we can't choose another. We can only follow Fellow Daoist Ye!"
Even after hearing this, the Immortal-Thief Outsider Race cultivator refused to give up. "I'll try anyway."
As he spoke,