Even before Yuan Xuelan's consciousness fully returned, he had a feeling that his rest was not normal. In fact, he was feeling extremely groggy and his consciousness was hovering in a weird, precarious place. And yet he could hear his own voice speak with a lively tone.
"Is this your great plan, Master Ivory Sword Saint? Hm, I understand your intention when facing beings such as Fallen Gods. However, whereabouts do you think you're going to get all the possible materials and stock for this great plan of yours?"
Another voice, more distant, responded.
Yuan Xuelan didn't have the energy necessary to be able to decode the conversation going on. He was also too preoccupied with the feeling of floating and the slow return of his senses.
