Qing Yueqiu opened her eyes and saw that her hands had shrunk to a fraction of their size. The Golden Core in her body, which held a vast reserve of Spiritual Qi, was completely gone—she couldn't sense it at all.
"I... I think I've turned into a child..."
A flash of subconscious panic crossed Qing Yueqiu's eyes, but the cold, hard sword at her waist gave her a sliver of confidence.
Her master had said that no matter what happened, as long as she had a sword in hand, she was never in a truly hopeless situation.
Qing Yueqiu calmed down and began to carefully observe the room she was in.
From the placement of the ornaments to the style of the decor... there was no doubt. This was her room at the Cold Palace Sword Mansion.
"Is this an Illusion Realm the Divine Sword Pavilion set up for me?"
Being in her familiar room, Qing Yueqiu's tense nerves relaxed. She began to consider the Divine Sword Pavilion's purpose in throwing her into such an Illusion Realm.
