It felt as if he had fallen into an endless abyss, his body continuously sinking. Everything around him became illusory, except for the warm, soft body in his embrace that gave Lu Ye a real sense of presence, keeping him barely conscious.
He did not know how much time had passed, but suddenly his body and mind stabilized.
As he regained his senses, a coarse voice unexpectedly echoed in his ear.
"An artifact is the weapon of a cultivator. Cultivation varies in strength, and so do weapons in quality..."
Feeling somewhat dazed, Lu Ye raised his eyes and saw an elderly man with white hair seated in front of him, imparting earnest teachings.
Bewildered by the situation, Lu Ye turned his head and met a pair of concerned eyes looking back at him.
It was Nian Yuexian; their eyes met, and confirming that both were unharmed, they finally felt at ease.
Ying Wuji was also present, seated on the other side, quietly observing their surroundings with suspicion.
