Mu Guyue froze. The person in her field of vision was not Xiong Tianba, whom she had seen during the day.
Instead, he looked like the Human Race boy she never would have expected to see—the one she seemed to have long forgotten, yet whose face remained carved deep in her mind.
Mu Guyue did not understand why she would think of him now. He was her pain, a past she least wanted to recall.
She had once wanted to kill him. Later, as she watched Mu Sha grow day by day, she still hated that man. Yet whenever she saw Mu Sha's somewhat similar face, waves of turmoil rose within her.
Eventually, she simply stopped thinking about whether to find him and tried her best not to remember him at all.
"Hey, are you awake yet?"
Just as Mu Guyue's mind dissolved into chaos and she thought she was seeing some inexplicable hallucination, another voice suddenly reached her ears.
It pulled Mu Guyue back to reality. To her astonishment, the voice had come from the person above her.
And it was nothing like Xiong Tianba's rough voice, which she had heard during the day.
This isn't a hallucination. Am I dreaming?
Mu Guyue stared at the face above her, strange yet familiar. She closed her beautiful eyes for a moment, then opened them again!
That face was still there, studying her. Her efforts had not changed it in the slightest. It was still him, and he even furrowed his brow.
Li Yan looked at Mu Guyue's lovely face. He had poured magic power into her to wake her, but he had not lifted the seal on her.
She was a Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivator, after all. Li Yan was confident that, given Mu Guyue's current strength, she was