Dreams.
From a scientific perspective, they were a special phenomenon caused by parts of the brain, mind, and soul remaining active after entering a sleeping state.
They might be extensions of daytime experiences, long-lost memories, or simply wild flights of fancy...
These tangled things were kneaded and combined together, eventually forming dreams.
Yet within dreams, everything often felt perfectly logical, and those located in them rarely realized they were dreaming.
Some even held more radical views on the matter.
They claimed that reality was the illusory dream, while dreams were the true world.
Dreams and reality, truth and falsehood.
In a sense, they had always been relative things.
At least, that was what Luo Chuan believed.
Sometimes, dreams were more like recollections of a lost past to him. He rather hoped he might dream a little more about stories from before.
But none of that mattered now.
Luo Chuan's attention was entirely on Yao Ziyan. This girl seemed to have had quite a strange dream.
"What did you dream about?"
Yao Ziyan frowned slightly, trying hard to recall. "I dreamed that I seemed to be fighting someone."
Luo Chuan: "..."
"Fighting? Now that's something I know well!" the dragon girl said happily.
Naturally, no one paid her any attention.
Luo Chuan's expression turned serious. Clearly, the battle Yao Ziyan spoke of was probably not some ordinary fight with an enemy.
As the God of Destiny, her senses had always been sharp.
If even she felt that something was off, then it truly was unusual.
"Let's sit down and talk first."
As soon as the Chairman's voice fell, the surroundings had changed at some unknown point, and the group returned once more to the balcony where they had discussed matters earlier.
It was morning outside, yet eternal night reigned here.
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