She said it as if it were true. But this demeanor, this expression—is she really like that kind of immortal monster who was born over ten billion years ago? She doesn't look like that.
But Qin Mu wasn't dwelling on this question right now, as he asked, "Let's not talk about that for now. What's going on?"
Ao Mengmeng only stopped when Qin Mu chose to believe her. "This is your consciousness space—just a small trick, not worth mentioning."
She said it wasn't worth mentioning, but the pride in Ao Mengmeng's eyes wasn't hidden.
"Consciousness space?" Qin Mu clearly couldn't understand this term.
Ao Mengmeng could only put a hand on her forehead in desperation. "That's your consciousness realm, what mortals call a dream. And the people outside aren't frozen; it's just that time flows slower here."
It was understandable that time would flow slower in a dream. But in his current state, he could see outside.
A "lucid dream!" Qin Mu exclaimed in amazement.
