"Where is this?"
Zhao Changhe came to his senses, finding himself standing atop a mountain ridge that seemed somewhat familiar. Below lay the surging river, steadily flowing eastward.
Turning his head, he saw a fairy in white standing close by, also gazing down at the river. Her robes fluttered, her eyes were hazy, and her beauty was peerless.
Both familiar and unfamiliar.
Familiar because he had just seen her in the stone wall painting... or rather, moments ago he was teasing her while she was bound in chains, and at that time she was deceiving herself by closing her eyes, letting him be frivolous.
Unfamiliar because she had been surrounded by demonic intent, her vicious energy barely concealed; that wasn't her true self. What he saw through the Soul Capturing Mirror or the Qinghe Sword was only a distant view, a dreamlike visage.
