Xu Qing slowly awoke.
The surroundings were no longer arid and dry but filled with refreshing mountain breezes.
"Master, you've finally awakened." The voice was that of Yue Nu, filled with delight.
"Where is Meng Chixing now?" Xu Qing felt a bit disappointed upon waking.
The spiritual duel with Meng Chixing that day, the clash of their spirits, had summoned a thunderous and earth-shattering lightning, as if invisibly opening a portal.
In that instant, Xu Qing's body finally exhausted its Qi-Blood, and he completely passed out.
In truth, he did not dwell on life and death in this world.
If he were to die, perhaps he could return to his original world.
That was also why he felt a bit disappointed upon waking.
"Meng Chixing returned to the Potala Palace."
"Did the Mongol army retreat at that time?"
"Correct."
"Where is this place?"
"The Yuan family's villa in Guanzhong."
