The calls drew nearer from afar, as though someone had flicked Leng Qingsong deep inside his mind.
Leng Qingsong abruptly sat up and looked around blankly. "Where am I? Didn't I already die?"
Fine red threads were etched along the tops of the pure white walls around him.
This place seemed so familiar, but for the moment, he couldn't remember where he had seen it before!
"This? This is your consciousness sea!" Hu Yun, clad in gray robes, stood beside Leng Qingsong as he sat up and spoke.
My consciousness sea?
Leng Qingsong suddenly remembered. Back in the Immortal Secret Realm, the place where he had met the Ancient Sword Immortal Li Taibai was none other than his own consciousness sea!
Wait, that voice?
Leng Qingsong turned his head and found Hu Yun looking at him with a smile.
"Master?" Leng Qingsong looked at Hu Yun in surprise, then his expression abruptly darkened.
"Hmph!"
"Oh, so you're throwing a tantrum now? You got beaten into this state, and you still have the nerve to blame me?" Hu Yun crouched down, turned Leng Qingsong's face toward him, and teased him with interest.
"I don't understand!" Leng Qingsong said sullenly.
He didn't understand what purpose Hu Yun had in doing this. He and Chang Xiaoyue had always regarded Hu Yun as the father who had given them a second life.
Even knowing that Hu Yun had done this for his own good, being schemed against like this and dying such a humiliating death without understanding any of it filled Leng Qingsong with anger.
It was as though the person closest to him had betrayed him.
Looking at the foolish boy, as stubborn as an ox, Hu Yun sighed and sat down beside Leng Qingsong.
"Xiaoyue had to die. If I hadn't arranged