Pei Yuhang's consciousness followed the cyan ribbon of light, descending deeper and deeper into the pitch-black Sea of Consciousness.
Gradually, amidst the utter blackness, color returned to his vision.
His ears, which had felt plugged, slowly filled with a clamor of noise.
"Get your candied haws!"
"Big meat buns, three cents apiece! Step right up, don't miss out!"
Pei Yuhang opened his eyes. The feeling of weightlessness vanished, and a solid sensation spread up from the soles of his feet. He instinctively glanced down at his boots, confirming that he was, in fact, standing on solid ground.
"I… Have I appeared in the Mortal World?"
Pei Yuhang scanned his surroundings, taking in the bustling crowds and merchants. His gaze grew wary, and his right hand instinctively went to the hilt of the sword at his waist.
He tried to channel the Spiritual Qi in his body, but nothing happened.
A grave look flashed in Pei Yuhang's eyes.
