When the Black Robed Old Man appeared, gathered energy to envelop Yao Mengying, and tried to take her away, Jun Changxiao immediately could not hold himself back and stepped forward. He did not care whether this was a dream or reality—he would never allow anyone to take his disciple away.
What surprised him was that although he had appeared in the Dreamscape as an observer, he could actually touch the other party.
What did that mean?
Both he and the old man truly existed!
"How... can you enter someone else's dream?" The Black Robed Person's words immediately confirmed Jun Changxiao's suspicion. The former had also intruded into Yao Mengying's dream, so without another word, he gave him a vicious beating.
"Ugh..."
Looking at Gu Zhaoxi, whose face had been beaten black and blue yet whose gaze remained vacant, Gousheng showed a trace of guilt. He hurriedly helped him up, settled him back beside the disciples, and pretended that nothing had happened.
"Sect Master, I just had a nightmare." Yao Mengying wiped away her tears. She seemed not to have recovered yet, and there was a faint sobbing tone in her voice.
"It was only a dream."
Jun Changxiao said, "Don't overthink it."
The system said, "That Black Robed Person you just beat up was probably the culprit who caused the disciple to fall into the Dreamscape."
"What a pity."
Jun Changxiao thought to himself, I let it get away.
Luring the disciple into a dream, staging a scene where the sect was destroyed, then appearing to take her away—there had to be a plan behind this.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Just then, several Demonic cultivators caught up from behind.
Without exception, they were all ravaged by Demonic Energy, then lost consciousness as they stood rooted in place, their gazes gradually turning vacant.