As Pei Sword Immortal was being aggressively taken by Shang Miaoyan, and while Ye Liyuan prayed silently by a window, Lin Qianyan, far away in another place, suddenly startled awake from a dream.
Lin Qianyan's pretty face was flushed crimson from a hot sweat, as if painted with the colors of a sunset. Fine beads of sweat trickled down her snow-white, swan-like neck, soaking the collar of her clothes and making her appear exceptionally beautiful yet fragile.
'How could I… How could I have a dream like that…'
Lin Qianyan murmured, weakly pressing a hand to her forehead. A trace of lingering fear remained in her pupils, as if she were still caught in the nightmare's aftershocks.
As a Void Refining Realm Great Cultivator, her Dao Heart should have been clear and serene, incapable of producing such wicked thoughts or absurd nightmares.
And yet, she had just fallen into a depraved dream that had shaken her to her core.
