San Niang had a dream.
She dreamt she was like a plump little ghost, floating up to the sky like a balloon without a care, becoming more and more thoughtless, as if she was about to dissipate into the wind.
A cloud drifted by. When her head bumped into it, surprisingly, she didn't pass through.
San Niang touched her round head, not feeling any pain. She hummed and embraced the cloud, flipping on top of it, and plopped down—it was so soft and comfortable...
She was falling asleep...
Deep down, she vaguely knew that whether she was about to scatter in the wind or fall asleep, it meant she was severely wounded and near death.
And this so-called cloud was Zhao Changhe's medicine and the Rejuvenation Technique preventing her from dissipating, consolidating her Divine Soul.
But at this moment, she didn't think about these things. San Niang wanted to sleep; she was so tired.
