One month later, at the Demon Spirit Pagoda on Henggao Divine Mountain.
Ji Xueruo leaned blankly against the railing, gazing out into the vast expanse, almost losing herself in the view.
She only woke up a week after that day's events. When she regained consciousness, she realized someone was applying a warm towel to her face. Reacting instinctively, she muttered a curse, yet still enjoyed the care with peace of mind.
But when she opened her eyes comfortably, she saw that the person before her was not who she imagined, but a demon she had never met before—it was Miss Hou, who had previously checked Ji Lingruo's pulse.
That's when she realized she was no longer on the ever-changing South Sea Immortal Island, but at the gathering place built by the Demon Race on Henggao Divine Mountain—the Demon Spirit Pagoda.
As if realizing something, she looked around cluelessly, as if she were a lost soul.
