She only remembered reading Journey to the West in the library. As she read, her eyelids grew heavier and heavier until she could no longer keep them open. Then she was plunged into this terrifying chaos.
She had no idea how long it lasted, but at last the dizzying sensation of spinning, almost enough to make her break down, slowly faded. Lin Yue staggered and fell onto a patch of soft grass. She gasped for breath, her mind still in a state of utter confusion. It took a while for her to recover before she struggled to her feet.
Before her stretched a lush, green forest. Towering trees blocked out the sky, and all kinds of exotic flowers and plants grew wild. The air was filled with the fresh scent of vegetation, mingled with a faint hint of fruit. Lin Yue was stunned. She clearly remembered being in the library. How had she suddenly ended up deep in the mountains?
“Is anyone there? Where am I?” Lin Yue shouted. Her voice echoed through the valley, but no one answered.
