"Where am I...?"
Shi Liuli slowly sat up, dazed in place for a while.
She looked around, but didn't see Luo Yan's figure, only the phantom of a Taoist priest, seated cross-legged on a meditation cushion, his eyes closed in meditation.
She suddenly realized: She seemed to have entered a secret realm.
But what about her younger martial brother?
"Senior," Shi Liuli hesitantly asked, "have you seen my younger martial brother? The male cultivator whose eyes are always slightly squinted, and who has a silly smile..."
"This is the Minor Heavenly King's Mansion," the Taoist priest said indifferently, "provided for trialists who enter the secret realm to study Daoist magic."
Even though it was just a phantom of the priest, it still inherited the original owner's memories and personality.
Having promised Luo Yan not to talk too much, he definitely wouldn't say an extra word.
He slowly opened his eyes and looked at Shi Liuli, who wore a confused expression, and asked: