Trapped in such a bizarre and eerie place, who knows if the person before us is real or not? Is it a dream or an illusion?
The two of them stood silently facing each other across a distance of several zhang in the deathly silent alley.
The Princess was still wearing her dark python robe, now dusted with a bit of dirt. Her Purple Electric Gun was not held in her hand but floated about a foot beside her, its tip slightly drooping. Her phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed, sharp gaze like substantial blades, scanning Chen Yi with scrutiny and unabashed vigilance.
Chen Yi's mind was also racing. He tightened his grip on the Hou Kang Sword. The sword was cold, its touch real. He carefully took in Qin Qingluo's figure, her aura, and her indefinable arrogance, even the minute wrinkles on the python robe matched his memory.
"Prince?" Chen Yi spoke first. His voice wasn't loud, yet in this absolute silence, it was exceptionally clear.
