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At night, Gu Jiao had a dream.
After arriving in Shengdu, she had noticeably more dreams than before, but interestingly, she would forget almost all of them upon waking up. Yet, in the dreams, all her memories seemed to be strung together.
For example, once in the dream, she would remember the courtyard full of Bellflowers, as well as the graveyard without a tombstone.
But tonight, it was neither the courtyard nor the graveyard—it was a boundless battlefield, with iron horses clashing, blood staining the yellow sand, and endless fighting. Soldiers kept falling, and the blood mist enshrouded the sky in crimson.
Atop a sea of withered bones, a man in silver armor rode upon a Hei Fengqi also clad in silver. One hand tightly gripped the reins, and the other held a Red-Tasseled Spear.
His silver armor was already smeared with blood, yet there was not a hint of retreat in his eyes.
