Watching the scene before him rapidly dim as if the image on a stage curtain were fading, Bai Zhi narrowed his eyes slightly.
Generally speaking, he rarely dreamed, and it was obvious that this was not a dream at all.
...The Restaurant Owner's memories?
Rubbing his chin, Bai Zhi wore a thoughtful expression.
He had only just emerged from that incubation space, yet immediately dreamed of this distant memory. It was clearly no coincidence.
But then again, if he was recalling the past, why was it related to the Restaurant Owner? Going by the sequence, it should have been memories from when he was the Dao Ancestor first.
"...Did something in that incubation space trigger the resurfacing of past memories? If so, then Xiao Xiao Bai appearing here probably wasn't a coincidence either..."
Just as Bai Zhi was deep in thought, his heart suddenly lurched, and an inexplicable chill shot up his back.
"...Tch. They just won't go away."
Frowning as he glanced at the sky, Bai Zhi closed his eyes, and his figure silently vanished from where he stood.
The instant after he disappeared, one blood-red eye after another opened densely in every direction within this peculiar memory space.
After opening, the pupils within those crimson eyes began darting about, as if purposefully searching for something. But the place was already completely empty, and they found nothing.
"..."
Pressing a hand to his slightly dizzy forehead, Bai Zhi sat up from the sand.
He had no idea how long he had slept. The campfire that had once burned brightly beside him was now reduced to only a few sparks, while Xi'er sat blankly on a small wooden platform not far away.
Above them, the stars in the night sky gave off a dim glow.
"What, something on your mind?"