"To guide you into the dream, I first had to make you forget what was on your mind, which is why I didn't add this particular memory," Ao Qian said with a smile.
Ling Fei had been so focused on obtaining the True Dragon Inheritance that it had become an obsession. This memory could have easily interfered with him entering the dream.
So, Ao Qian had blocked it out.
The next moment, with a wave of his hand, Ao Qian sent ripples through the Void.
A vast Dragon's Might swept forth.
An Ancient Hall materialized before Ling Fei's eyes.
The hall had nine pillars outside, each carved with True Dragons. It was none other than the True Dragon Ancient Hall.
"The True Dragon Ancient Hall!" Seeing it again, waves of emotion crashed through Ling Fei as the memories from the Marsh King flooded his mind.
The might of the Ancient Hall was so palpable.
The True Dragons carved on the pillars were so lifelike; everything was so familiar.
