It's this strange dream again

  Qianyu Xian was struck and flew backward, crashing into a pillar in the great hall, where he fainted.

  Yan Yi was shocked and quickly moved in front of Qian Yu Xian, embracing him just as he was about to fall.

  The middle-aged man also stood up and looked at Yan Yi's arms, where Qian Yu Xian was unconscious, "Really no internal strength."

  Yan Yi didn't understand the middle-aged man and his body suddenly moved in one direction.

  The middle-aged man looked at Xian Yi's figure flying away in the sky and said coldly, "Send someone to treat Miss Qian."

  "Yes." A middle-aged man in black clothes with a mask on his face bowed his head and replied, then turned around and walked out of the grand hall.

  Qian Yu Xian opened her eyes, and what entered her field of vision was the familiar black passageway. Qian Yu Xian furrowed her brows, how come it's this again? That soul should also be here, thinking that Qian Yu Xian called out:

  "Soul... soul... is anyone there?"

  "Hmm." A voice that was exactly the same as Sen's came from behind her, and when she turned around to look, she saw a woman who looked identical to herself walking towards her.

  "Soul, is this a dream?" Qian Yu Xian furrowed her delicate eyebrows and gazed at the soul with sparkling eyes.

  Her soul slightly curled up her rose-like red lips, 'Hmm, what surprise will this time bring?'

  Qian Yu Xian also raised her rose-like red lips, gazing at the endless black path ahead, 'Let's wait with bated breath.'

  Her soulful red lips hung with a hint of a smile, her bright and clear big eyes looked at Qian Yu Xian with an inexplicable emotion.

  "Another one... Have you noticed? Every time you get seriously injured, this black path appears."

  Qian Yu Xian looked at the soul with a puzzled expression, quickly turning over in his mind the previous two times this black path had appeared...

  Thinking and thinking, Qian Yu Xian looked at the soul in surprise, 'Really, the first time was because I pretended to be stupid and crashed into the palace gate, resulting in a coma for several days, this black path appeared. The second time was a few days ago when I was bitten by that insect-like thing called the poisonous bug, this black path appeared again, and this time...'

  The sound of the thousand feather fairy had not yet fallen, and her soul had already grasped the words of the thousand feather fairy. A smile hung on her red lips, 'This time it was that middle-aged man who was injured, and he must have been seriously hurt for this black path to appear.'

  Qian Yu Xian looked again at that distant endless black path, 'What will it be this time...'

  The soul also looked at that black runway, and two women who looked exactly alike had doubts and expectations in their hearts.

  Suddenly, a figure appeared on the black runway. A girl stood at the top of a 29-story building, saying something that only Qianyu Xian could hear:

  "May heaven let me dwell with her soul once again as one."

  That tall building was the one Qianyu Xian jumped down from when she crossed over, and that girl was her too, but she didn't say those words.

  The scene switched, a girl in white stood on the fake mountain, talking to someone about something, but Qianyu Xian only heard one sentence:

  "May heaven let me dwell with her soul once again."

  Qianyu Xian and Ling's souls exchanged a glance, furrowing their eyebrows. Weren't these scenes the ones that appeared when she pretended to be stupid and crashed into the palace gate for the first time on this black path? Why were they replaying again?

  Just as Qian Yu Xian and Ling were puzzled by this question, the scene switched again. A woman in white clothes holding a jade flute stood on a familiar but unfamiliar grassland to Qian Yu Xian and Ling. The woman pointed at a man in the same white clothes with her jade flute. The man looked a bit blurry and his face couldn't be seen clearly. Qian Yu Xian exclaimed when she saw that man:

  "Great!"

  The woman in white clothes holding the jade flute was Qian Yu Xian, and the man in the same white clothes being pointed at by Qian Yu Xian with the jade flute was Yan Yi, although he looked a bit blurry and his face couldn't be seen clearly, but Qian Yu Xian was very sure it was him.

  Qian Yu Xian was perplexed, what's going on? How could Yan Yi appear in her dream, and even be pointed at by herself with the jade flute...

  Her soulful eyebrows furrowed even deeper, her bright and clear big eyes stared straight at the images flashing by on the black path. But in an instant, the images suddenly disappeared. Qian Yu Xian abruptly opened her eyes to find that what entered her line of sight was not the black path from just now, but rather Yan Yi's stunningly beautiful face.