Before Shen Bai could even react, the sound of an opera singer's voice rang out from within the dense fog.
"In the dream, I do not know I am dreaming; outside the dream, I know I am myself..."
As the operatic voice rang out, Shen Bai saw a voluptuous figure approach from a distance.
The surrounding white fog seemed to part for her, scattering in all directions.
As the figure came into focus, Shen Bai saw Long Yan in an opera costume, a Flower Spear in her hand, stopping before him.
"Shen Bai, long time no see."
Long Yan traced her red lips with a finger, her tone carrying a hint of seductive charm, her eyes like limpid autumn waters.
Shen Bai glanced around and saw that Amber hadn't Entered the Dream with him either. He then drew Cold Moon from his waist and lightly ran his fingers along the blade.
"Landlord Long, you didn't come here to reminisce. You came to take my head, didn't you?"
Things had already reached this point; Shen Bai knew that words were useless.
