Trapped in a Dream

At around three in the morning, a corridor on some floor of Aurora Cloud Capital was empty and desolate. The feast event, which should have been reaching its height, had been abruptly crippled. The occasional servers all looked listless, seemingly mourning the tips that had flown away. Even when a dazzling beauty like Zhang Yingying passed by, they could not muster any interest.

Zhang Yingying did not care what the passersby thought. She simply did her job as a guide. "This way, Mister Bai."

"Oh, don't be so polite. The way you look at me gives me the chills." Mister Bai, a middle-aged old man, smiled until his eyes narrowed into slits. Walking along with his hands behind his back, he retained his usual humorous air as he casually asked, "How's the situation over there?"

"As for Fei Jin, she's still unconscious. She's only a temporary Soul Hosting vessel, so she should be easier to handle than Li Yiwei."

"I meant Ronan. How is he? I heard his temperament changed drastically and he caused quite a scene?"

"Heh heh... He had his fun and went to sleep. Sigh, Mister Bai, while you're at it, could you take a look at that kid too? His condition tonight is really bizarre."

Mister Bai's eye twitched. "What kind of rotten idea is that, little girl? I may be getting old and have no filial children under my knees, but I'm still living a decent life. I haven't lived long enough yet."

Up ahead was the room where Ronan and the others were staying. Bamboo Pole was leaning against the wall outside, smoking. When he saw Mister Bai and Zhang Yingying, he waved at them from afar in greeting.

Zhang Yingying ignored him and looked only at Mister Bai. "Checking on a patient is