Zhou Xuan was also a storyteller, and naturally, he knew that all the storyteller's techniques are initiated by the gavel.
If even a God-level storyteller couldn't strike the gavel, what right would they have to stay above the Heavenly Dome for three hundred years?
Yet Zhou Xuan didn't dare to assert that Bi Fang had certainly generated a dream—because he truly hadn't sensed the taste of a dream.
Therefore, he simply hid himself first, observing quietly.
Fortunately, his combat instincts were sharp; otherwise, just now Yun Ziliang would have been stabbed right through.
At this moment, the surrounding people were also awakening as if from a dream, realizing that their previous entanglement with Bi Fang was merely a storyteller's dream.
And the real Bi Fang was lurking in the dream.
"The leisurely strolling of a storyteller."
Mr. Bai Liu, like the others, had just seen through Bi Fang's ruse.
