Lin Qian left the channel and entered this space; his falling speed had already slowed considerably.
Controlling his own speed, Lin Qian slowly drifted onto this suspended floating land, his gaze involuntarily drawn toward the flaming tree.
The branches of the tree were black as charcoal, ablaze with raging flames, yet standing beneath it, Lin Qian felt no heat—an utterly wondrous sight.
However, as Lin Qian looked at the flames, he maintained an instinctive fear, sensing that despite the flames not emitting much heat, touching them recklessly might reduce him to ashes.
The next moment, Lin Qian shifted his gaze to the old granny, examining her carefully.
The old woman appeared kind and wore simple clothes, gazing quietly back at Lin Qian with a smile.
Strange space, mysterious flaming tree, an old woman; the scene was perplexing.
