Han Zhan suddenly opened his eyes.
Before him, the Bronze Long Table was gone, the little boy was gone, and even the Ancient Ruins no longer existed.
All that remained was a blanket of chaos hovering half above the land.
It felt like walking amidst clouds and mist.
Where is this place...?
Han Zhan looked around, unable to see anything clearly through the distant fog, and suddenly remembered the little boy's earlier words.
Old Dreams.
He had mentioned strange encounters within the dream.
So, is this... a dream?
Thinking of this, Han Zhan suppressed his many thoughts and continued to explore forward.
The chaotic mist filled the entire dreamscape, making it impossible for him to discern east, south, west, and north. In fact, it only became denser the further he walked.
Suddenly, he ran into a soft fragrance against his own body.
Instinctively, Han Zhan raised his hand, ready to defend against the incoming enemy.
