Ye Fan only felt his vision blur. He had no idea how long he'd been drifting in this time-space tunnel; when his memories finally came back online, he was already standing before a divine altar.
"Who am I?"
"Where did I come from?"
"Smack!"
He slapped himself across the face. It burned like fire. Only then did he finally remember who he was, and where he came from.
"This guy's got screws loose, right?"
"Exactly!"
"Mumbling to himself like a lunatic!"
"Hey, when did he even get up there?"
"Damn it!"
These were the voices ringing in Ye Fan's ears.
He turned his head to look.
"Shit!"
Only then did he realize a whole bunch of people were staring at him. He really was standing on top of the divine altar—but this altar wasn't the Sword God Temple's altar.
It was the Fan Kong Continent's divine altar.
The altar was as sacred as it gets, carved with the image of a fairy veiled by gauze.
