Li Yan did not see the flying sword he had expected. Instead, a rock wall filled his vision. He hurriedly looked toward the source of the voice, and a splitting headache struck him at once. He could not help letting out a muffled groan.
At the same time, the spiritual power within him ran wild, making the world spin around him. Yet he still forcibly steadied himself.
Li Yan saw a hazy figure amid a patch of azure light.
He hurriedly circulated his spiritual power. An intense soreness and swelling came from his meridians, and Li Yan knew it was due to excessive depletion of spiritual power.
Still, he immediately poured spiritual power into his eyes. In the next instant, he saw clearly that the azure light was the entrance to a cave. He was inside a mountain cavern.
Not far inside the cave entrance, a graceful figure sat cross-legged. She was a woman dressed like a young married lady, with exquisitely delicate features. Her almond-shaped eyes were fixed on him.
Li Yan found her appearance somewhat familiar. Yet her expression was exceedingly weary, and her face was as pale as paper, without a trace of color.
Seeing Li Yan look over, the glamorous young woman forced a smile at him. Li Yan froze for a moment. He had no idea where he was.
Her appearance seemed very familiar to him, but dizziness continued to assail his mind, and nausea rose in his chest. He simply could not gather his thoughts to think.
He stared at the glamorous young woman. Her aura was extremely disordered. Only after seven or eight breaths did Li Yan finally speak, his voice full of uncertainty.
"You are... Mei... Fairy Mei?"
Finding her appearance familiar, Li Yan could only endure the waves of discomfort within