Ji Jingqiu's consciousness gradually became clear, but it was still somewhat chaotic.
As if in a state between sleep and wakefulness, his soul was half solidified, half elusive like fog, and his thoughts continually scattered, hard to unify.
Some force was disrupting him, as if a voice by his ear was tempting him to make a deal.
Instinctively, he called out to the Bodhi Tree in his heart, a strand of Glazed Glass Light blessed his body, his spirit calmed, guarding inside and out.
Soon, he realized that this place was not his own Inner Realm, and at a glance, he saw that the woman hiding in the mist was not human!
The mist surrounded him, water under his feet, and as he slightly lifted his foot, ripples spread toward the deep red far away, with a deep red light glowing in the depths of the fog.
Ji Jingqiu looked up, and behind the mist seemed to hide a deep red sun.
No, this was indeed his Inner Realm.
