Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

"Personality? What is that?"

He put away the recording stone in his hand, and in a flash, he headed towards the villa.

As soon as Fan Zui entered the room, he saw the aloof and elegant swordswoman walking towards him.

The two arrived at the rooftop, leaned against the railing, and looked at the misty expanse of the river in silence for a long while.

"Has the item been found?"

This thing must be very important to her; her tone was different from usual.

With a sense of anticipation and expectation.

He didn't answer, but simply shook his head.

He searched the entire hall but couldn't find the so-called secret that allowed him to quickly rise to the top.

Under the rain and in the breeze, the woman in white held a blood-red longsword, her body trembling slightly.

Despite being mentally prepared, I was still inevitably disappointed upon learning the result.

"Do you want to become the best in the world?" the boy asked casually, catching a raindrop in his hand.

The blood-red longsword seemed to emit a soft trembling sound, which echoed far and wide in the rain.

Fiora shook her head without offering any further explanation.

"You're willing to risk falling into a lower realm to enter this secret realm and search for it, not for treasures or techniques, but solely for its secrets. This thing must be extremely important to you, right?"

The woman looked up at him, wondering how he knew she had fallen into this realm.

Oh, right, he's already at the Formless Realm, so seeing through the clues is no problem for him.

"Actually, I suspect that the secret is hidden in the nine runes, but I have put in a lot of effort and still have nothing to show for it."

He paused for a moment, then spoke the truth.

I probably didn't want to disappoint her...

Strangely enough, I don't know where this feeling came from.

Could it be due to the mysterious connection between the Biluo and Huangquan swords?

He pondered, unable to find an answer.

These words made Fiora's eyes light up.

It's definitely possible!

If the secret cannot be found among the nine runes, then it is probably just a rumor.

"Could you..."

Before the woman could finish speaking, nine runes floated in front of her.

"Why did you..."

The boy didn't say anything, he just waved his hand, leaving behind a silhouette and the sound of him talking to himself.

"I'm a little hungry, I'll go find something to eat."

A gentle breeze stirred, her hair fluttered, her white robes billowed, and the sword-wielding woman watched his departing figure silently, her eyes flickering slightly.

Chapter 204 [The Witch Dances]

Under the cover of night, a layer of misty fog, as soft as wool, permeated the river.

The drizzle fell from the sky, lightly passing through the mist, like silver threads in the sky, just as the poem describes, "The continuous drizzle is as soft as butter."

The gentle rain and mist intertwined, creating a mysterious and beautiful scene in the darkness.

Under the dim light, the glow of the sunset in the mist and drizzle appeared even more dazzling.

The few remaining rays of light pierced through the misty fog, creating a hazy halo on the river surface.

These halos shimmered with different colors, including red, orange, and yellow, like a thousand rays of light leaping on a river.

This scene is like a fairyland, as if it can make people forget all their troubles and immerse themselves in this beautiful picture.

The mysterious atmosphere of mist and drizzle permeated the night, making it exceptionally enchanting.

A fresh scent wafts through the damp air, as if one can deeply feel the breath of nature.

Occasionally, a flock of waterbirds would skim through the mist, their flapping wings echoing in the night sky along with the sound of raindrops.

All of this creates a tranquil and mysterious stage, inspiring one to let their imagination soar and immerse themselves in the nighttime river scene.

Standing on the rooftop, Fan Zui quietly watched the scene before him.

He had too many questions in his mind, but he could never get them answered.

The small tower inside the body remained dormant, showing no reaction whatsoever.

In a daze, he felt as if he were trapped in a quagmire, and at the very center, unable to extricate himself.

A sea breeze blew from afar, making her hair flutter, but her gaze remained calm and composed.

"Son."

A figure in a light gauze dress walked silently from behind, holding a cloak in her hand, and gently and virtuously draped it over him.

Little Orange is still so lovable. In fact, she can see many things that ordinary people cannot.

But she was very tactful, knowing what to ask and what not to disturb.

A delicate fragrance lingers around the nose, appearing and disappearing, seemingly close yet elusive.

The boy reached out and pulled her into his arms. The girl smiled happily as she nestled against him, nuzzling him gently before falling silent.

Under the cover of darkness, two figures stood silently, gazing at the sea and the distant island palace.

The sea breeze howled, the waves surged, and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore could be heard, carrying far and wide into the night.

In the stairwell, a person came to this spot, and after seeing the two people embracing, suddenly stopped, paused for a moment, and then turned and went downstairs.

With the secret realm over, the group met briefly at night to discuss how to return and their escape route.

Getting in is easy, but getting out is difficult.

If we were to take the same route again, there wouldn't be enough time.

The secret realm is about to close!

They don't want to stay and live as natives.

Ultimately, no good solution could be found, and flight was the first option to be ruled out.

Even those in the Formless Realm wouldn't dare to fly here; it would be like searching for a toilet with a lantern.

Under the cover of night, the villa fell silent. This foreign building, situated here, seemed perfectly natural, as if it had been created by nature itself.

In the bathroom, the sound of rushing water always evokes a sense of wonder.

Through the glass, one could vaguely see her slender figure.

Little Orange already knew her young master's daily routine well. Sure enough, when she came out of the bathroom in a fragrant bathrobe, the man on the bed was already fast asleep.

The woman stepped out of the bathroom, a soft bathrobe draped lightly over her body.

The smooth feel of the bathrobe and its light, flowing drape gave her an alluring appearance.

You can still see some water droplets on her body; the crystal-clear water droplets slowly slide down her skin, as if pearls are dancing on her body.

The appearance of these water droplets gave her body a cool aura, like cool spring water in summer.

With each subtle movement of her body, the bathrobe drew closer to her, outlining her graceful curves.

The soft fabric clung to her skin, silent yet more powerful than any description.

The color of the bathrobe complemented her fair skin, adding a touch of allure.

A captivating fragrance wafted from her, a blend of the fresh scents of shampoo and shower gel.

The fragrance is gentle and long-lasting, as if it lingers in the air.

Every time she swayed her bathrobe, a fragrance would waft out, filling the entire room with a captivating allure.

But the man on the bed had already fallen asleep and gone to another world.

As Fan Zui opened and closed his eyes, the surrounding environment suddenly changed, and he arrived in another world.

The land was covered in ice and snow, the earth was frozen, and the wind was biting cold.

Snowflakes, like the wings of angels, fluttered and gently fell to the earth.

The fluttering snowflakes weave a beautiful picture in the air, dyeing the whole world pure white.

Snowflakes drifted for miles, the endless expanse of white snow seemingly merging with the cold air, the world appearing to be immersed in a quiet fairyland.

Walking in the snow and ice, your footsteps leave deep footprints, and every snowflake exudes a fresh scent, inspiring a sense of awe.

The ice was biting cold, and the howling wind sent a chill through people.

The icy wind brushed against my cheeks, feeling like ice needles pricking my skin, making me instinctively seek shelter from the wind.

As far as the eye can see, all that can be seen is a blanket of white. Snowflakes dance in the air, falling on the streets, houses, and trees, covering everything in a silver-clad world.