When the darkness in front of him dissipated once more, Pei Ye found himself in that peculiar dream realm again.
A face full of divinity, nine tails like clouds or cotton, a majestic and formidable tiger form, Lu Wu took two steps and ascended to its main position.
Pei Ye still stood outside the table.
Lu Wu did not speak; after entering, it pondered for a while. Then it raised its claw and placed the sword it was holding on the table, drawing out a section of the blade, and tapped it lightly twice.
"Indeed, I do not remember the West Continent anymore." After completing this action, it lifted its head, "It started with the rain—five hours ago."
"What do you think happened?"
"It's probably something within the Spirit Realm... I have some thoughts, but let's wait until everyone arrives first." Lu Wu raised its hand, and then a small pouch seemed to open in the air beside it. Lu Wu used its sharp claw to stir inside and pulled out several dossiers.
