Inside her body, Yang Qi continuously arises.
And in the Ghost Realm, Yin Qi continuously arises.
Such a balance serves as suppression.
But such a thing, no one at the Fourth Grade would do, after all, it's just a drop in the bucket.
Gu Xuejian continued experimenting with her power while hurrying on her way.
By evening, she landed atop an old tree.
Suddenly, her mind was filled with a buzzing noise.
Immediately, an inexplicably familiar voice, as if she had forgotten it, came to her.
'Where... where am I?'
'Where is my beautiful dress?'
'Where is my guqin?'
'Where am I?'
'I...'
'Where on earth is this?'
'What am I doing?'
'Why am I holding a sword in my hand?'
'My head hurts...'
Gu Xuejian: ?????
Upon reaching the Fifth Grade, she thought she had truly found herself, this was her.
And the entire cultivation at the Fifth Grade was about honing this self to perfection, only to finally break through to the Fourth Grade in life-and-death combat.
