The white light in her mind, like a bolt of lightning, split open her sea of consciousness and stunned her senses.
She lay in a calm lake, like a zombie.
She stared blankly at the azure sky.
In the vast world, she was all alone.
She began to sink.
Her limbs and bones were frozen, and she could only watch helplessly as she sank to the bottom of the lake.
Just as she was about to drown, a big hand suddenly pulled her out of the water.
She jolted upright, eyes snapping open, taking a deep breath.
It was only then that she realized she was firmly held in Lu Yuan's arms.
She gasped for air.
Lu Yuan gently reassured her, his warm palm patting her back: "It's okay, I'm here."
"Lu Yuan, I saw..."
She said, panting.
Lu Yuan cupped her face, gazing at her tenderly: "What did you see?"
"That witchcraft..."
"Soul transfer?"
