The moment Shan Qingxian opened his eyes, the dazzling white light made him instinctively raise his hands to block it. The severe pain in his arm made him gasp, and then he realized that he was lying on a hard wooden bed, covered with a thin plain quilt.
"Where is this..." He muttered to himself, his throat as dry as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper.
"Cunyuan, you finally woke up."
A voice as cold as jade hitting each other came from beside him. Shan Qingxian suddenly turned his head and met a pair of eyes as deep as a cold pool. The man was wearing a moon-white robe, and his dark hair was tied up loosely with a jade hairpin. His face was too handsome to be ordinary, but he had a sense of alienation that he could not get close to.
Shan Qingxian's mind went blank. This face was too familiar to him - Guo Feng, the most popular character in his novel "The Last Hope", the master of the protagonist Dong Cunyuan and the second master of Huanyuanfang.
"Master..." These two words slipped out of his mouth uncontrollably, as if his body had its own memory.
Guo Feng nodded slightly and put his slender fingers on his wrist: "The spiritual veins are disordered and the breath is unstable. The palm of that demon cultivator seriously injured you, and you need to rest for three more days."
Shan Qing now felt that his heart was beating so fast that it felt like it was about to burst out of his chest. He clearly remembered that he was still working on the manuscript just now, because the editor was pressing hard, and he was still imagining the heart-wrenching plot of the next chapter of "Last Hope" while driving - Dong Cunyuan was set up by his fellow disciples, accidentally entered the forbidden area, and almost died...
Then there was a harsh sound of brakes, dazzling car lights, and the world was spinning...
"I... Traveled through time?" Shan Qingxian's eyes widened and he looked around in disbelief. The layout of this room is exactly the same as the residence of the Huanyuanfang disciples he described - simple wooden tables and chairs, an unsheathed sword hanging on the wall, and outside the window are the snow-capped mountains that never melt all year round.
Concept: The creator's deep reflection on the fate of his characters