Shen Tang, in her drowsy state, vaguely heard a whispering call, like an ancient, ethereal chant, or the gentle murmur of a lover in her ear...
At first, the sound was indistinct, barely audible, but gradually, it became clearer.
She heard it clearly.
"Tangtang..."
It was Jia Lan's voice!
Shen Tang was abruptly awakened from her dream, but the space before her was not reality. It was a vast and empty Spiritual World.
All around was boundless darkness, an abyss so deep that nothing could be seen.
Only that soft call floated towards her, like a mist from afar.
She stumbled forward, running towards the voice.
Who knows how long she ran, then suddenly, a light appeared in her vision, piercing the darkness like a sharp blade. A flash of white light, and she found herself on a drifting island.
In the vast azure sea, scattered star-like islands lay scattered.
