Seven Nights Under The Same Sky
Xiao Yan — POV
The dream came again.
I was standing at the edge of a cliff so vast it felt as though the world itself ended there. Below me was nothing—no land, no clouds, no sky—only an endless depth that swallowed light. A strange heat clung to the air, neither warm nor cold, but heavy enough to press against my chest.
I did not know how I had arrived there. I never did.
Footsteps sounded behind me.
I turned.
A man stood several paces away, dressed in a flowing blue robe that fluttered despite the absence of wind. He looked young—too young—but his eyes burned with a sharp, fiery intensity that made my heart tighten. His face was handsome, refined, yet something about him felt ancient, like a mountain that had stood unmoved for countless eras.
He looked at me.
No—he recognized me.
Before I could speak, before I could even step back, he smiled faintly and raised his hand.
Then he pushed me.
The ground vanished beneath my feet.
I fell.
The air tore past my ears as the abyss swallowed me whole. My body refused to move, my limbs locked in terror as the cliff vanished above. As I plummeted, I forced my eyes open—and saw the impossible.
The man's form twisted.
His limbs stretched, bones reshaping as scales erupted across his skin. In a single breath, the man was gone, replaced by a colossal blue dragon coiling through the heavens, its eyes glowing with the same fiery gaze.
It opened its mouth.
And the sky itself trembled.
I shut my eyes.
—
I woke up gasping.
My body jolted upright as I tore the bedsheet off myself, my back drenched in cold sweat. My chest rose and fell violently as if I had truly fallen from the heavens rather than a dream.
Again.
Seven nights.
Seven nights of the same dream.
I dragged a hand through my hair and laughed bitterly. "What kind of cursed fate is this…?"
The room was quiet, the early morning light filtering through the paper windows of the outer disciple quarters. Everything was normal—too normal. And yet my heart still pounded as if it had not returned from the abyss.
I rose from bed and poured myself a cup of water, drinking deeply to calm my breathing. My hand trembled slightly as I set the cup down.
Just then, hurried footsteps approached.
"Senior Brother Xiao Yan!"
The door slid open and a young disciple rushed in, his face flushed with excitement. "The master has returned!"
I froze.
"Master?" I repeated.
"Yes! Saint Lu Qi has returned to the sect and summoned you immediately!"
My grip tightened around the cup.
Saint Lu Qi—one of the Seven Saints of the martial world. A man whose inner energy and qi were said to rival the heavens themselves. More importantly… my master.
And perhaps—
the only one who could tell me why that face haunted my dreams.