Lu Ying did not know where she was.
Only pitch-black darkness enveloped her, and in the haze of disjointed consciousness, she vaguely realized she resembled a wandering ghost, drifting through a realm of deathly stillness. As she gained some clarity and lowered her gaze, she saw the ground was covered with crimson Manjusaka flowers, as red as blood.
It resembled the scene of the underworld.
"This... where is this place?"
Lu Ying pressed her head, puzzled and disoriented.
Just earlier... where was she? The Sword... the Sword Pool Secret Realm...
But how did she end up here?
Could it be... she had already died in her dream?
Lu Ying's breath quickened.
The sound of the wind arose with a whoosh, flattening the Manjusaka flowers to the ground. The wind carried a biting chill, and as Lu Ying raised her head, she saw a female crown draped in flowing white robes standing nearby, equally perplexed.
