บท 149: His Life is Not In His Hands

Heavy-headed and light-footed, Chen Fei had just entered the mystic realm when he felt a loss of his sense of direction.

Fortunately, this feeling passed in an instant. Chen Fei opened his eyes and, with a flip of his body, landed steadily on the ground.

There was no one around, and Guo Linshan, who had been with Chen Fei before, was nowhere nearby.

Lush green grass and the fragrance of flowers greeted him. Chen Fei not only smelled the flowers but also detected the scent of medicinal herbs, although he could only vaguely discern it. These medicinal herbs were at least ten years old.

Chen Fei was surprised and cautiously looked around. In the distance, a mountain peak resembling an upside-down bottle caught his attention.

"Half Bottle Mountain?"

Chen Fei recalled some information about the mystic realm and found a description similar to the mountain in front of him.