"Brother Fan, I'm very grateful for the dreamscape you wove for me. I really like it, truly like it!"
"Dreams are nice, but eventually one must awaken!"
"Awakening doesn't mean forgetting. I've recalled many things, things I'm not sure are truly mine, but I know among them, you and I exist, and that's enough!"
"Let's go!"
Two voices drifted in the air, echoing into the ears of everyone watching the drizzle.
As the two voices faded, everyone here seemed frozen in place!
The wind stopped!
The rain scattered!
Even time seemed to be frozen altogether!
Everything was like a scene on TV, forever paused!
This was completely Bai Xiaofan's woven dreamscape!
When Bai Xiaofan left with Lu Aoxue, the dreamscape reached its end!
The sun rose on Liusha Street as usual!
The cultivators who had arrived recently all went out early, skipping breakfast and not lingering at the inn's gate, but instead hurriedly heading toward the end of the street as if there was something urgent.