Qingyi woke up to a gentle breeze caressing his black hair.
He felt long, delicate fingers run across the muscles of his chest as his face sank between two huge, heavy and soft snowy peaks.
"Ugh..." He sniffed, inhaling a sweet, bewitching fragrance he knew well.
Opening his eyes, he saw a lush green world in front of him.
As far as the eye could see, there were hills, forests, streams, snow-white clouds and even a few floating islands.
They were now in the shade of a tall fruit tree next to a temple extremely similar to the Temple of the Lightning Spirit, but much more magnificent.
"Are you awake?" Ruxue asked, bringing her face close to his.
"Yes." Qingyi nodded and left the beauty's arms, his confused eyes meeting hers.
"What is this place? We're not back in the sect, are we?"
"This is my world of mind. It's still far inferior to my original world of mind, but it's better than that damn absolute darkness I felt when I entered here."
