Her stunningly beautiful face wore a hint of sweet smile, her eyes constantly scanning the surroundings as if the mist had no effect on her at all.
Normally, the clearer and thinner the memories, the more they float on the surface, the deeper and more obscure, the deeper they are.
Going all the way down from the dream, from the superficial layers to the deeper ones, was akin to reliving the path he had traveled once more.
Although Jing Lixue had always been paying attention to him, she did not know everything about his experiences.
But this time, she could follow him, delve into his heart, and truly understand him.
"Is this the Sword Sect?"
Jing Lixue stepped on the ground's soil, her eyes brimming with curiosity.
"Yes."
Seeing the girl who appeared to be sightseeing without any sense of crisis, Xu Yuan felt somewhat helpless, but did not say much. He simply followed his intuition and continued to lead her up the mountain.