The moment Long Chen turned his head, the entire world changed. Yue Xiaoqian and the others vanished. He found himself standing in a strange realm. Beneath his feet, the lake surface was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the vast blue sky and drifting white clouds above. It was hard to tell which was real—the sky above or the reflection below. Even his sense of orientation wavered. Was he standing upright, or was he upside down? Yet, this world was eerily peaceful, a tranquility that made him feel at ease like never before. Long Chen slowly turned his head. Behind him stood a stunning young girl, her face filled with delight as she gazed at him. She looked about sixteen or seventeen, her presence radiating nobility. Her eyes, deep and fluid like autumn waters, shimmered with the ethereal essence of heaven and earth. Her joy was infectious, making even Long Chen unconsciously relax. “Senior, you are…?” Long Chen clasped his fists politely. Before he could finish, the girl grabbed ...