"Your dream? I haven't sensed any dream realm within the Main Hall."
"Because I hypnotized myself, I'm asleep too."
Zhou Xuan said.
Bi Fang was incredulous; he was the Ancestor Master of the storyteller, a God under the Heavenly Dome. His understanding of dreams was perhaps second only to the Dream Realm Heavenly God in Jing Country.
Knowing oneself and one's enemy, how could he not know that the storyteller's Dream Generation could hypnotize anyone except oneself?
"You're talking nonsense, you must be talking nonsense."
"Oh, Lao Bi, let me ask you a question, which hall does my fifth incense fire belong to?"
Zhou Xuan suddenly asked.
"Bitter Ghost." Bi Fang said decisively.
Zhou Xuan shook his head, saying, "That's what Jia Dao told you, but my fifth incense is not Bitter Ghost, but Colorful Play Master."
"Wind Horse Sparrow, a grand performance that fooled the God?"
Bi Fang realized.
