"Senior, Youwei has a question regarding a recurring dream."
"I don't know if senior could answer this."
Zhou Youwei's query left the gray-robed elder a bit bewildered.
He looked at Zhou Youwei, then at Ye Xuan, feeling somewhat puzzled.
"Is that all?" The gray-robed elder's expression was peculiar.
"Just that." Ye Xuan and Zhou Youwei replied in unison.
Ye Xuan knew well that if the gray-robed elder were asked directly about Youwei's origins, it would be impossible to get him to talk, even upon death.
Thus he chose the next best option, letting Youwei ask about the dream question.
In this way, perhaps they could get the desired answer.
"Alright, go ahead and tell me about it." The gray-robed elder finally relented.
Seeing the elder agree, Zhou Youwei's eyes brightened, she organized her thoughts, and vividly described the peculiarities of her dream to the elder.
Not long after she started speaking, the elder's expression turned somewhat grim.
After a while.
