Dream Awakens

That touch instantly made Ning Wanjun remember everything.

She gripped that hand tightly and never let go again.

The vortex howled around them like a raging tempest. She could see the gale rushing head-on, as though the wind were no longer invisible, but fragments left behind after the world had been torn apart. Those fragments collided, melded together, and reassembled once more.

Gradually, a room took shape.

She opened her eyes and found herself lying in her bedchamber. A faint incense fragrance lingered in the air, and all around was silent. Whether it was the enemy's calls for surrender or the sounds of fighting beyond the city walls, everything had fallen still.

Ning Wanjun slowly sat up and surveyed her surroundings.

Opposite her lay a woman she had never seen before, while Xia Fan was sprawled on the floor between them, snoring soundly.

So that was it.

Ning Wanjun could not help but smile.

So this was the vital thing she had always felt was missing.

Had that been a dream?

Not necessarily.

Perhaps it had been a real world as well.

A world where Xia Fan had never been discovered by her.

Those five years of hers had not been pure fabrication either, but the enactment of another life.

Ning Wanjun got out of bed and suddenly noticed someone sitting propped up at the bedside. She had hair like the sea, long lashes, and a high-bridged nose. She did not look like a native of Qi State. Her chest rose and fell slightly, as if she too had fallen asleep.

What exactly had happened to Jinxia during the time she had been unconscious?

Ning Wanjun checked herself and found that the wound on her shoulder had completely healed. The soul-piercing pain brought on by the Evil Spirit's corrosion had