The space was filled with spiritual energy and bewitching fragrance, so much better than the outside air by countless times.
Perhaps because of this, Xuexue regained consciousness after a while.
She sat up from the flower bed, looked around, and besides the sea of flowers, there was Xiao Taohong, floating in midair: "Huh, why am I here? Wasn't I outside?"
"Master, you're too careless. You were drugged with a bewitching fragrance by that old man. If it weren't for me bringing you into the space, you wouldn't know how long you would have passed out."
"Bewitching fragrance?"
Xuexue rubbed her temples and finally understood why she had suddenly fainted.
It turns out she had fallen into someone's trap. At the same time, she felt a secret sense of relief; thankfully, she had called out Xiao Taohong early. Although Xiao Taohong could sense danger to her life from inside the space, having the little ghost by her side always seemed to provide an inexplicable sense of security.