It was probably because since the Grandmaster was injured, he hadn't conducted the energy transferring ceremony with me, so I haven't had that kind of dream for a long time.
At this moment, this familiar sensation, Li Zhuiyuan knew... he had entered the dream again.
But now with experience and theoretical knowledge, he was not as agitated as before; he lay still, quietly opening a small slit in his eyes.
He saw that he was still lying in the same place, by his side was the sound of his grandfather's deep breathing, and diagonally in front of him were his uncles, Panzi, and Leizi.
But he knew, this wasn't reality, this was a dream, because the eerie chill was becoming stronger and stronger.
If not for desperately enduring, he would have curled up and shivered uncontrollably.
At this time, he saw a woman walking up from the dam steps.
The woman was dressed in white clothes, the skirt trailing very long on the ground, and around her body were entangled iron chains.
