Han Li felt as if he had been plunged into a cloud of gray mist, and all of a sudden, the ground gave away beneath his feet, causing him to stumble forward involuntarily, only to land back on a solid surface an instant later.

He felt as if he had passed through some type of smoky illusion, and before he knew it, he was in another space.

He massaged his slightly sore temples as his blurry vision slowly recovered, and only then was able to see the moss-covered ground beneath his feet.

He quickly looked around to find that he was the one here, and that none of Jin Tong, Lu Yuqing, or Qu Ling had managed to follow him in here. His brows furrowed slightly as he heaved a faint sigh.

Never had he imagined that he would reunite with Jin Tong under these circumstances. Even though there hadn't been many words exchanged between them, Jin Tong had swooped in to save his life without any regard for its own safety, and that was very touching to Han Li.

After all, ever since he had come to the True Immortal, he had never had a genuine connection with anyone and was constantly having to watch his back. The...