In the audience, Ye Mingqiu and Tang Ruobing quietly waited while reading their books. There were many duels and challenges in the arena; occasionally, they would look up at the battles below, drawing lessons from them.
"Yesterday... I had a nightmare."
Tang Ruobing suddenly spoke.
Her voice was calm and indifferent, her gaze still fixed on the book without any change in her demeanor, as if she was merely discussing a trivial matter.
"What kind of nightmare?"
Ye Mingqiu's page-turning actions paused as he subconsciously looked in her direction.
"An Ancient God who claimed to be the Nightmare God entered my dream and said that my body, having undergone the quenching baptism of Ancient Divine Realm Power, was the most suitable sacrifice for an Ancient God's descent. He wanted to use me as a sacrifice to descend into this world."
"And then?"
"I dreamed of you, and this Ancient God who called himself the Nightmare God fled, and I woke up from the dream."
