You fall, unsure of how it happened or how long you've been in the air; darkness surrounds you before your consciousness slips away, leaving only silence.

Maybe this is the end, you think, just before you feel yourself surrounded by a cold presence. "What is a human doing down here? Are you lost, thing? You don't look like a cultivator, not even like a soldier."

The man is dressed in dark robes, his presence imposing, and his gaze cold as he holds you close to his chest.