In the winter of 2405, on a famous martial arts arena of the time.
A petite girl, just turned twenty, stood on the arena with an imposing, tall opponent.
His face was grim with murderous intent, as if he wanted to devour her whole.
The spectators didn't even dare to look him directly in the face.
For he was Wu Feifan, dubbed by the world as the King of Strength, and he had won first place in every match he'd ever participated in.
Yet today, he had been defeated by a frail girl.
That person was none other than Luo Nuanwei, with over eleven world championship titles to her name.
“Today’s winner is Luo Nuanwei!”
The host shouted her name loudly amidst the roaring cheers of the crowd.
Amidst the cheers, Nuanwei showed not a hint of emotion and calmly walked away.
Witnessing her arrogance, Wu Feifan, lying on the floor, ground his teeth, his hands clenched into fists, veins bulging.
Rage surged within him.
“There will be a day I bring down you arrogant little brat.”
Outside the arena doors, countless reporters stood jostling chaotically, eager to interview Luo Nuanwei.
But as always, she slipped out through the back exit.
With a hat on her head, her body covered by her clothes, and a mask, she easily escaped the swarm of reporters.
As Nuanwei walked down the street, she pondered her victory today.
That Wu Feifan was indeed very strong, but precisely because of that, he was overly confident in himself and underestimated his opponent.
If he hadn't lost focus for a moment, the battle might still be ongoing.
Nuanwei unconsciously looked up at the sky and smiled faintly.
“Such good weather,” she thought, “I should treat myself to some ice cream to celebrate the victory.”
True to her word, she leisurely walked to a nearby ice cream shop.
As she walked, she suddenly stopped because of something beneath her feet—a very strange, translucent jade piece.
Seeing the peculiar object, her curious nature immediately flared up.
She gently bent down to pick up the jade piece, accidentally pricking herself on a sharp thorn on the ground, and her blood dripped onto the jade.
A blinding white light burst from the jade, and she instinctively covered her eyes.
In that instant, she felt as if someone had just splashed water on her.
When she opened her eyes, she found many people standing before her, staring with discriminatory eyes, and what's more, they were dressed in ancient attire.
Could she have stumbled onto a film set?
“She’s awake, madam.”
As the woman’s voice spoke, a flash of insight went through her mind.
She seemed to have seen this scene in a dream.
A girl being bullied by a group of servants.
Could this be a dream? But the throbbing pain in her wrist was too real, as was the pain throughout her body. How could a dream feel so real?
There was no longer any doubt; Nuanwei suddenly understood.
“That jade piece brought me here.”
Whoosh, a north wind swept through, making her shiver uncontrollably.
Something seemed to be falling from the sky.
Indeed, it was snowflakes racing to the ground.
One of her eyes squinted as the cold water from earlier had left droplets clinging to her eyelashes.
The wind whistled faintly in her ears, but she could still hear the group of people hurrying inside the house.
As for her, she was tied to a log, enduring the cold that came in waves, threatening to freeze her entire body—or, more precisely, this frail body.
In her unconscious state, she vaguely sensed this body's cry for help and the profound despair deep within its very core.
With her current weakened state, Noãn Vy was powerless against fate.
Perhaps a long sleep was the release for this body, and she would be able to go back to her own time.
Her eyelids slowly closed, the feeling of letting go of everything was truly relieving, but also held a hint of fear.
A girl who hadn't lived even half her life abruptly leaving her physical form, abandoning family, friends, the dreams and aspirations of her life for an unknown world.
How could she willingly leave? No, she couldn't just give up her life so meaninglessly.
She wasn't even certain this method would take her back home, and the original owner didn't deserve such a fate.
Noãn Vy seized a sliver of her remaining consciousness to rouse the body of the original owner.
“Wake up, you don't deserve to lose your life here.
If you want to sleep, go sleep inside, understand?”