"Fengling, you seem to know Dream City quite well. Have you been here before?" Mu Rutian asked curiously.
"Once," Mo Shangfengling's eyes adopted a cold, bloodthirsty layer as she gazed at the distant and layered mountain slopes, a biting chill appearing on her face.
Mu Qianyue cast a puzzled glance towards Mo Shangfengling, sensing that perhaps she had some unpleasant experiences in Dream City in the past.
Nalan Jing's demeanor was calm, with his violet eyes unwavering, as if nothing could pique his interest.
Just as the three of them thought Mo Shangfengling wouldn't speak, her voice softly rang out, tinged with sorrow and anger.
"I'm from the Mystic Sky Realm. I was hunted down, and accidentally fell into the passageway to Dream City. That year just happened to be the time Dream City opened, and then I moved from Dream City to the Ancient Nine Floors in the Barbaric Realm and settled down here."
Mo Shangfengling's voice carried a touch of reminiscence.
