Gradually, they felt themselves surrounded by a warm force, their consciousness beginning to blur, as if entering a dream-like world.
When Xiao Xiao and Xue Feng opened their eyes again, they were already standing in an unfamiliar place.
The sky here was gloomy, and a faint mist hung around, giving an oppressive feeling.
"Xiao Xiao, are we in the Heart Demon Realm?" Xue Feng looked around, a trace of confusion in his eyes.
Xiao Xiao nodded, her expression grave: "It seems so. We must be careful, everything here could be illusions of the Heart Demon."
They walked forward slowly, the surrounding scenes gradually becoming clear.
Suddenly, a black fissure appeared ahead, from which whispers emanated, seemingly luring them closer.
"Xiao Xiao, Xue Feng..." A familiar voice came from the whispers, causing both of them to stop.
That voice seemed to be the call of their closest ones, filled with endless tenderness and care.
