The story splits in two.
As the saying goes, the human imagination is limitless.
Zheng Xiu's description was so vivid that Dou Xie's own mind filled in the blanks, conjuring an image of "Fairy Mei" that he found impossible to accept.
So much so that every time he heard those two words, it was like a switch had been flipped, making Dou Xie retch uncontrollably.
Leaning against the wall and dry-heaving, Dou Xie was exhausted, having thrown up nearly all the bile in his stomach.
"SOB..."
Dou Xie was dizzy from vomiting. When he looked up, he saw with despair the three figures' backs receding into the distance of the cave.
TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!
While Dou Xie was still completely bewildered, a faint tapping sound reached his ears.
It sounded like someone was tapping a stick on a rock—dull and brief.
Startled, Dou Xie spun around, clutching his handwritten manual, ready for Casting.
He flipped directly to the page for *Lanxin Ruomeng*.
