As soon as Bi Fang finished speaking, the surrounding scene changed significantly.
At least in Zhou Xuan's eyes, the change was vast. All his companions disappeared, neither his sister nor his master were anywhere to be found.
All around Zhou Xuan were only those Witch Clan ancestors, just those Witch Clan ancestors.
"Where is everyone?"
Zhou Xuan looked around.
Besides the disappearance of everyone around, the scope of the dream also became infinitely large.
If at the moment Bi Fang initially generated the dream, its range was merely the size of an ancient altar,
now the dream was like an entire world.
There was moonlight, rivers, gentle breezes, aside from those worshipping ancestors, there were omnipresent passersby, traveling merchants, temples…
Zhou Xuan heard the conversations between traveling merchants, discussing their recent trades and how much silver coins they could earn,
