Fall: Rebirth

Watching Chu Heng and Yan Luo looking at each other with affection, Xier felt like a forgotten loner, as redundant as a speck of dust in this space. So, the nameless fire in his heart erupted like a volcano, and he turned his head to the side angrily, as if he wanted to completely leave this annoying scene behind.

But at this moment, Hill's eyes seemed to be attracted by a magnet, inadvertently sweeping across a corner, then suddenly turned his head, his eyes staring at that direction like an eagle discovering its prey.

Following Hill's gaze, Ling Han could be seen sitting cross-legged like a silent sculpture, with his hands hanging naturally on his knees.

At this moment, Ling Han still had his eyes closed, as if he was completely immersed in his own world, like an immortal isolated from the world.

Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew quietly like a naughty elf, gently ruffling a strand of Ling Han's hair, letting it brush gently across his face. However, Ling Han was like a sleeping lion, without any reaction. Even the sound of the fierce fight between Xi'er and Chu Heng just now failed to stir up a ripple in his heart.

"Is Ling Han concentrating on cultivation or has he fallen into a deep sleep?" Hill stared at Ling Han's figure intently and murmured softly, revealing a hint of doubt and curiosity in his words.

After hearing Hill's words, Chu Heng and Yan Luo, who were originally immersed in each other's eyes, woke up as if from a dream. They quickly turned their gaze away from each other's faces, like disturbed birds, and turned to where Hill was.

When they realized that Hill was staring at Ling Han intently, the two of them involuntarily walked towards Hill and stopped to watch together.

At this moment, Ling Han closed his eyes tightly, motionless like a sculpture. His breathing was steady and deep, as if he was completely isolated from the outside world, and completely immersed in his own vast ocean of consciousness.

In this unique world that only belonged to him, he was holding a sword with a cold light, and tirelessly practicing those extremely sharp and dazzling sword moves. Every time he swung the sword, he had an unstoppable momentum, as if he wanted to tear the entire void apart. His wrist turned flexibly, and the sword drew graceful arcs in the air, flashing with cold light, which made people palpitate.

On the other side, Chu Heng and Yan Luo also sensed the unusual aura emanating from Ling Han. Their eyes met, and both revealed an expression of worry that was difficult to conceal.

Hill lowered his voice and murmured to himself in confusion, "What's going on with Ling Han? I've never seen him enter a state of meditation like this before." His brows were tightly furrowed, his lips were slightly pursed, and a worried expression was revealed.

Yan Luo's eyes, as beautiful as autumn water, wrinkled slightly, like two crescent moons rising, revealing a hint of concern. Her soft voice was as clear and pleasant as the sound of a yellow oriole out of a valley: "Maybe my cousin is concentrating on comprehending some unfathomable realm. Let's not disturb him for now, and wait and see patiently."

Yan Luo's voice was gentle yet firm, like a spring breeze, softly brushing past people's ears, giving people a sense of reassurance.

After hearing Yan Luo's words, Xi'er and Chu Heng nodded at the same time, indicating that they agreed with what she said. Then, the three people stood there quietly like sculptures, their eyes were like torches, like burning flames, tightly locked on Ling Han, not even daring to breathe, as if the slightest mistake would disturb his rapidly working mind.