Dream Upon Dream in Life (Revised)

Chen Ping'an had not been frightened by Nian Xin's startlingly bizarre words. Rather, it was this Cloth Sewer's burning, intent gaze that made him deeply uncomfortable.

Back when he had scavenged junk as Bao Fu Zhai, whenever he spotted money or Magic Treasures on the ground, had he perhaps worn the same look in his eyes as she did?

Nian Xin said, "Wait until you reach the Far Travel Realm. I don't want to collect your corpse."

As for whether this young Yin Guan could break through, or what method he would use to do so, Nian Xin did not care.

Chen Ping'an nodded. As he walked slowly onward, he had already formed his own plans.

Nian Xin drifted away, vanishing in an instant. Sure enough, nothing could restrain her.

Chen Ping'an fired off three questions in one breath. "How old is Nian Xin? What realm is she in? What is her background?"

Old Deafy chuckled but said nothing.

Chen Ping'an said, "I can refrain from tampering with that boy in the Water Prison."

Old Deafy smiled. "As a scholar, how can you be so particularless?"

Chen Ping'an ignored him. He crouched down, curled his fingers, and lightly tapped the road. It rang with the clang of metal and stone. Then he spread his palm and pressed it against the ground.

As expected of an ancient deity's corpse. There was something deeply strange about it.

Clearly, Old Deafy valued that boy most highly and had placed the greatest bet on him. Naturally, he could not rule out the possibility of an Illusion Technique, but in the end, only three Demon Race members would leave this place alive. How far could Old Deafy possibly deceive him?

Chen Ping'an carefully searched through the secret archives of the Summer Palace in his mind