Before Ye Qianning could process what was happening, her surroundings were plunged into a vast expanse of white. Then, a white-haired old man emerged from the mist.
The old man was dressed in ragged clothes, carrying a wine gourd as he staggered toward her.
"Oh? Little one, was that you speaking just now?"
Ye Qianning didn't say a word. She sized him up from head to toe, twice over. When the old man was right in front of her, she reached out and pinched his leg.
"Hiss! Little girl, do you have to be so rough? Does this old man have a grudge against you or something?"
'He can feel pain. Does that mean this isn't a dream?' Ye Qianning wondered.
"A dream? Heh heh, looks like I've had too much to drink again." The old man swayed and looked around. "Strange. Why can't I seem to walk out of this white mist?"
Ye Qianning, too, was finding it hard to tell if this was a dream or reality.
"Little girl, is this your doing?" the old man asked, looking at Ye Qianning again.
