Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

If it wasn't a dream, then everything outside was peaceful.

There were no signs that the door had been opened.

Another strange thing is whether he and Ju Zi were wearing clothes before going to sleep.

His memories seem to be the opposite of reality.

Yet, they couldn't tell which was real and which was a dream.

Or rather, both are true.

He rubbed his temples, and with a creak, the door was pushed open.

Yesterday, the owner brought in three girls, each carrying a dish of food.

It remains abundant.

At a glance, all the food is rare delicacies in the world of cultivation.

Each one is something you can only encounter by chance, not something you can seek out.

It not only satisfies the appetite, but also greatly enhances one's cultivation level.

The boss glanced at the orange that had just gotten off the bed, but ignored it.

It seems she has completely forgotten the rule she previously mentioned about the capital of women, where men and women cannot share a bed, and has no recollection of it at all.

"Young Master Fan, please enjoy your meal."

After putting the items away, the boss and the three girls prepared to leave.

"and many more."

Fan Zui suddenly spoke up.

The four people stopped.

The boss turned to look at him, and asked with a smile:

"Does Young Master Fan have any instructions?"

"How long have I slept?"

Although the boss hid it very well, he still caught a fleeting glimpse of surprise.

She spoke calmly and without revealing the slightest flaw:

"Young Master Fan, you slept through the entire night. What's wrong? Are you dissatisfied with the sleeping conditions here?"

"That's not true."

"Do you have any other instructions?"

"Nothing."

After saying that, his gaze fell on Ye Liuli, intentionally or unintentionally.

The senior disciple of the Hehuan Sect remained unmoved by his gaze, as if he truly did not recognize him.

After saying "Enjoy your meal," the boss left with the three women.

I closed the door behind me when I left.

At this moment, Orange stretched and yawned, indicating that she had slept very well.

She hadn't slept this soundly in a long time.

Upon hearing this, Fan Zui merely narrowed his eyes slightly and said nothing.

After finishing his meal, Fan Zui left his room and went next door to find the burly man to discuss when to leave.

However, after knocking on the door for a while, no one answered.

Upon seeing this, he paused slightly, frowned for a moment, and then burst out of the door.

The room was empty; even the blankets were neatly folded, showing no signs of having been slept in.

Just as I was about to turn around and ask the boss for clarification, I was drawn in by Ju Zi's voice.

"Young master, here is a letter."

Ju Zi handed over the envelope.

Fan Zui took the envelope and looked at it, a sense of foreboding suddenly rising in his heart.

I took a deep breath, opened the envelope, and began to read it word by word.

The message was very short, consisting of only a few sentences, but it essentially asked him to take care of his wife and daughter, who were still in the capital.

Hearing a sound behind him, Fan Zui put the envelope away and placed it in his spatial ring.

Turning around, I saw that familiar face.

Fan Zui's first impression of this woman, the eldest disciple of the Hehuan Sect and the leader of the Nine Phoenixes, was that she was a woman of the mortal world.

The witch is someone who lives in seclusion, repressed and insane, yet possesses an innate allure.

The woman before him, however, seemed to have weathered many storms of life, having witnessed countless ups and downs, which had given her a touch of worldly wisdom.

A woman of the mortal world, she treads the earthly realm, her figure graceful and alluring, like a flower in full bloom.

Her makeup today was a fiery red, highlighting her captivating face.

Her bright eyes seemed to hold a thousand years of wisdom and experience, captivating all who looked at her.

Her beautiful hair, like soft clouds in the light and shadow, gently cascaded over her shoulders. Each strand of silk shimmered with golden light in the sunlight, like a string of alluring temptations.

She wore a silk dress as red as the sunset, which swayed lightly, revealing endless charm and allure.

Her taut waist, full breasts, and long legs all accentuated her perfect curves.

Her steps were light and graceful, like a dancer in motion.

Her gentle smile, like a blooming red flower, exudes confidence and charm, drawing people into eager anticipation and longing.

A woman of the mortal world walks among mortals, possessing boundless charm and allure.

Her worldly presence exudes an indescribable magic, captivating all who behold her.

It's clear that she is a genuine and passionate woman; her very existence shines with captivating brilliance in this mortal world.

"You don't need to look anymore. He didn't stay here. He left after you two went inside, and I don't know where he went."

Ye Liuli said calmly.

As they spoke, she and Fan Zui calmly looked at each other.

Fan Zui saw a fleeting flame in his eyes.

This woman's talent should be fire-related.

No wonder she likes to wear red clothes, and even the sword in her hand is red.

"Why are you here?"

What are your plans for today?

She avoided answering Fan Zui's question, seemingly as if she was reluctant to do so.

Not a word was mentioned.

After leaving the room, Fan Zui stood in the corridor, looking at the antique-style inn, feeling that something was wrong, very strange.

Looking down, it felt like I was on a cloud.

The towering skyscraper, like a majestic tower, stands proudly in the sky.

The exterior of the high-rise building is smooth and shiny, reflecting the sunlight like a mirror, reflecting the beauty of the surrounding clouds and mist.

The clouds and mist drifted with the wind, delicate and soft, adding a layer of mystery to the tall buildings.

All around, a thin mist hung in the clouds, making it feel like a fairyland. Looking around, apart from tall buildings, all that could be seen was a distant sea of ​​clouds, stretching as far as the eye could see.

The mist and clouds made it feel as if one were in a celestial world.

How many floors does this inn have?

“The 108th floor,” Ye Liuli replied calmly.

How many floors is this?

"The 108th floor."

Fan Zui remained silent.

In his memory, when he arrived yesterday, the inn clearly only had eight floors, and he was staying on the top floor.

But now, it has suddenly become the 108th floor.

Could it be that I was just half asleep and confused?

As for General Yang Hubiao, he was almost certain that the other party was dead or alive. At this moment, he suddenly felt fortunate that Yang Hubiao had ordered all the World Destroyers to be stationed outside the city.

Otherwise, the entire army would likely be wiped out.

Sure enough, none of the men who entered this place ever came out alive.

This includes Yang Hubiao, a powerful expert at the Huiyang Realm.