Qi Lin was pushed to the ground and landed right at the edge of the Phoenix Pond. It was only then that Qi Lin saw clearly what it looked like – a perfectly round pond with a radius of about twenty meters. Although so large, its surface had not even a single ripple on it. Even more peculiarly, hell flowers were blooming around it, making it seem as if this place were the banks of the River of Forgetfulness.,In the end, she even lacked the backbone to think of Bai Qianye.,When waiting at the traffic light, Qi Lin opened the window; the rain had eased significantly. The damp air permeated her nostrils. She sniffed the air, wondering if Bai Qianye was doing well and whether that last voice was his.。