"Please, mourn for him—"
The dream seemed to be pierced by those words.
Though it was a humble plea, it carried a power that defied Huai Shi's resistance.
The deep command echoed relentlessly in his mind, overlapped and transformed into hysterical roars and echoes, almost filling every corner of Huai Shi's consciousness.
His will rapidly dulled, comprehending this sorrow, joined in lamentation with the other party.
An invisible vortex appeared, pulling him, as if leading him somewhere...
No mourning, sorry to interrupt, goodbye!
Huai Shi instinctively flicked a triple snap, and in that instant, heard thunder from afar.
A sharp lightning streaked across the void, striking his forehead.
Waking him from the dream.
He opened his eyes to see an unfamiliar ceiling.
Breathed heavily, drenched in sweat.
Lingering facial sting, body numb, nose bloody, even foam at the mouth!
