Ji Xingwang looked at the "married" couple lying dead, his back soaked with cold sweat.
The perfect illusions created by the Dream Eater were so real that even Nightmares believed them to be true.
What about himself, then? Was he also a Nightmare? Was the body beneath his skin made of wax oil?
The same doubt surfaced in Li Ang's mind.
He closed his eyes and thought hard for a while, deciding to summon Mo Si and create a pocket watch at his chest.
Taking out the pocket watch, he set the hands to midnight and began to keep time.
Then, he stood on the table, surveyed the chaotic crowd, and shouted, "Everyone, listen to me! I have a way to escape!"
The whole hall fell silent, all eyes turned towards him.
"Who is he?"
"Who is this person?"
Since Yu Country's newspapers had never published Li Ang's portrait, the common people in the inn's hall did not know Li Ang's identity—they merely sensed from the Lu Li Academy disciples' attitudes towards him that he was a mysterious figure.
