*Tap... Tap...*
Yuan Shijia leisurely walked into a space, her face filled with a triumphant smile after her previous conversation with Huang Lingzhu.
Within this place lies an eternal twilight, the sky shrouded in a shimmering purple veil filled with faint, eerie voices and countless whispers.
As she walked forward, Yuan Shijia fingers traced many purple coffins floating on the side of the path, but no one knew their owners except for her. There was a single, cold bed at the center, carved from a single massive block of purple jade.
Before long, Yuan Shijia arrived at the bed, where her real body was asleep. She climbed onto the bed and returned to her body.
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