He didn't dare end it prematurely.
Well, this was a problem.
Huangfu Song's expression soured. Amidst the chaos, illusions began to form—the sweet dream of seizing the throne and ruling supreme had returned.
The seductive pull of this feeling set off alarm bells in his mind.
'Give it up!'
'Get out.'
'I can't risk this any longer.'
He gritted his teeth and gradually slowed the vibration of his soul.
The surrounding chaos slowly dissipated. After a dizzying spin...
His eyes snapped open.
"Hooo..."
Huangfu Song let out a long sigh, only then realizing his back was soaked with cold sweat.
'The Joyful Dream is terrifying.'
He had only taken a fleeting glimpse.
And yet he already felt an inexpressible yearning for that world.
That sense of accomplishment... It was as if he had truly ascended the throne and crushed Zhao Huan beneath his heel.
'And as for my own Mansion Officials…'
A flicker of malice crossed his face, gone in an instant.
