The sensation of being dragged was so familiar. When they opened their eyes again, Li Ang and the others had returned to the tatami room on the second floor of the Fushen House, exchanging glances.
Wanli Fengdao glanced at the evening glow outside the window and said with some uncertainty, "Is it... solved?"
Xing Hechou walked silently to the front of the room divider, reached out to pull open the door, and lifted the blue dust cover.
It was spotless; there were no piles of corpses, nor a little girl crying and banging on the door.
"What just happened," Xing Hechou turned to look at Li Ang, "was it something that truly occurred, or was it purely an illusion?"
"Who knows." Li Ang spread his hands and said calmly, "The Shengnan King's Dream has always blurred the lines between reality and fantasy. If it concerns you, you can discuss the matter with the Japan Islands' official organization after leaving the dream and ask them to investigate clues related to Tennyo Yiji."
