The rustling sound of leaves echoed in his ears. Qian Cangyi opened his eyes and found himself half-squatting on the ground, tightly gripping the Star Lamp in his right hand. This was exactly his posture before entering the Dream World. A faint black fog emanated from the Star Lamp, rolling continuously, always staying close to Qian Cangyi's body, enveloping him like a protective shield.
Qian Cangyi stood up, looked around, on one hand, searching for the figures of his companions, and on the other hand, observing the surroundings to prepare for the upcoming battle. He found himself standing on a thick tree branch, almost two meters in diameter. Not far away, similarly thick branches grew irregularly. At the tips of the branches, leaves were thick and lush, gathering into a cluster of large oval leaves, like a heavy wall blocking his view.
