After playing with Yuan Shimo's shadow teleportation a few times, Jiang Qingli finally remembered she still had business to attend to.
She cleared her throat, pushed him down onto the bed, and entered Yuan Shimo's Spiritual Domain.
Yuan Shimo's Spiritual Domain was a vast, azure sea. In its center was an island, and on that island stood a symmetrical high tower.
The tower was stark and sharp, casting a long, lonely shadow under the sun, completely out of place with its surroundings.
Jiang Qingli recalled seeing Yuan Shimo just like this several times at the academy.
Most of the time, he would be alone, standing coldly in the sunlight, with only his own shadow for company.
A fence around the tower was entwined with withered thorns, blocking the path to it.
Jiang Qingli circled most of the way around the thorny perimeter, looking for a path, when she suddenly noticed a palm-sized black ball in a nearby thicket of thorns, following her.
