His will entered a certain world, allowing his will to be the main body, with the body and spirits as auxiliary, freely exploring the world.
"Rustle..."
The wind rustled through the Purple Bamboo Forest.
The bamboo leaves interspersed, and the light and shadow cast down on the ground's sword marks like ripples, swaying gently.
Xu Xiaoshou originally attended with amusement to watch this youthful sword drama of Hua and Rao.
Halfway through, the smile faded inexplicably from his face.
His thoughts, like the rustling wind in the Purple Bamboo Forest, drifted to unknown places, filled with mixed emotions.
"Who!"
Fourteen-year-old Rao Yaoyao suddenly turned, looking at the bushes by the forest, her figure gradually dissipating.
In this memory of Hua Changdeng, she had become blurred and was no longer important.
"Wa-ka-ka!"
The Qing Shi by the bushes shuddered, letting out a strange laugh before cracking and piecing together into a uniquely shaped stone man of adult height.
