"Where has your true form gone? Could King Zhuanlun have kidnapped you?"
Nan Xian looked around the empty cavern, his gaze anxiously settling on Qing Dai.
"You should be able to feel your own true form, right?"
"I can."
Qing Dai closed her eyes, a faint cyan Spell gradually appearing around her body.
"I've found my true form, oh no, I have to go back!"
Her tone suddenly became tense, realizing her consciousness was uncontrollably returning to her true form.
Qing Dai's avatar lost consciousness, about to fall down on the spot. Just as Nan Xian was about to catch her, a burst of thunder resounded in mid-air, striking her avatar and shattering it to pieces.
"How did this happen?"
Chu Yan stared intently at the spot where the lightning had struck.
"She shouldn't have been brought here, probably it was King Zhuanlun's doing."
