"Dream Demon!"
Dongfang Sansan's face was calm as he looked at the intelligence report.
This was intelligence about the Dream Demon from three thousand years ago, which Dongfang Sansan had been keeping sealed.
Now it's taken out to compare with the current intelligence.
On one side, Ningxue Sword was getting slightly impatient.
He had received the message three hours ago, telling him to rush back to headquarters; then, half an hour ago, he entered Dongfang Sansan's room and learned that his mission this time was to go to the Southeast to slay the Dream Demon.
But until now, Dongfang Sansan hadn't allowed him to set out.
"Ninth Brother, isn't it about time? It's just a mere Dream Demon."
Ningxue Sword said, "Do I really need such a grand preparation to deal with him?"
"It's different. The Dream Demon is not an overt enemy, if you go just like that, I'm afraid you won't even find him.
Dongfang Sansan sighed, "Just sit quietly and don't make a sound."
