Splash~ splash-
A damp, salty sea breeze blew through the window, and the slanting afternoon sun fell across his face, making him unconsciously frown.
Xie Jinhuan awoke from a muddle and tried to shield his eyes from the sun, only to find it did nothing. Puzzled, he looked around.
He found himself in a little hut filled with all sorts of clutter. A portrait hung on the wall, showing the side silhouette of a woman in a red dress standing on a mountaintop. Although he could not see her face, thanks to his superb painting skills and formidable ability to identify people by their bottoms, he recognized A Piao at a glance.
What is this place-
How did I get here-
I just grabbed Yang Qing and sacrificed him to the Blood God, and then nothing...
Utterly bewildered, Xie Jinhuan tried to get up, only to discover that his body had become translucent, like a wandering ghost.
Holy shit, am I dead?
Did Wei Wuyi ambush me?
That old bastard! Slightly alarmed, Xie Jinhuan tried to escape this state, but nothing worked. He then tried leaving the room, and his body followed his will-he actually floated out through the window.
Whoosh~
Outside the window lay a yellow beach and an endless azure ocean. Plenty of racks stood on the sand, along with training equipment such as plum-blossom stakes and wooden dummies. There was also an enormous bird's nest, with a row of little fish hanging outside to dry.
Behind the buildings rose a black mountain stretching across heaven and earth, with a rocky cliff to one side.
The eaves of a Daoist temple were visible atop the cliff. A woman in a red dress stood at its edge, gazing out at the vast sea, her skirts stirring in the wind.