'In the end, can't you escape the fate of being manipulated by others?' Mu Qingge sighed softly in her heart, then withdrew her thoughts.
...
That night, Mu Qingge was lying in her room, just about to sleep, when suddenly she was hit by a strange fragrance. The next moment, she was enveloped by a force and taken away from the room.
When her vision cleared, she found herself deep within Qinling.
Don't ask how she knew... she had become so familiar with the scent of Qinling that it was in her bones.
Although she had never been here before, she knew this was Qinling, and a part deep within where most people couldn't venture.
Yet, as she stood on the thick layer of decaying leaves, all around was unusually quiet, with no birds singing, no insects buzzing, and not even the breath of a Spirit Beast. It was as if she had entered a land of the dead.
If... there truly exists such a beautiful land of the dead...
