Zhao Rong this time did not see that old-fashioned little girl with her hair in bunches in his dream.
However.
He still dreamed of that landscape ink painting dream.
It seemed that the special effects of the Ink Heart Red Fruit were still present; all it took was falling asleep.
This time in the dream.
What came into Zhao Rong's view was still the Peach Blossom Spring.
Within it, villagers were full of contentment.
In the center of the village, the square and strictly styled doorless academy still stood.
Only when Zhao Rong hurried to the academy and tiptoed to look through the only small window there.
There was no sign of Yu Huaijin.
But the classes of the academy were still in session.
An elderly Teacher, tall and skinny, with twenty well-behaved and earnest young children.
While Zhao Rong was slightly puzzled.
Everything inside the doorless academy froze again, and these people turned into statues.
