"Argh!"
Feng Xi groggily woke up and felt a splitting headache. He was about to stand up when he realized that something was pressing on his body, making him unable to move. His butt was especially numb and he had almost lost all sensations there.
Fortunately, he could still see his surroundings clearly. He quickly realized that the thing pressing down on him was the World Mountain, and he was lying on a white dragon.
In front of him, Qin Jue was standing on the White Dragon's head, his hands behind his back, his long hair fluttering like an immortal.
"Where are you taking me?" Enduring the intense pain, Feng Xi gritted his teeth and asked.
"Inner Realm." Qin Jue took a sip of spirit wine and answered without looking back.