The expression on Hassu's face slowly froze.
He began to observe his surroundings. This prairie deep within the dream was vast, and its environment was astonishingly similar to that of the real world. It was completely different from the black-and-white Shadow Stronghold they had seen before, so when Hassu first awoke, he hadn't noticed anything unusual about this place. But now, prompted by Hao Ren, he calmed down and finally sensed the omnipresent discordance in the breeze and the wilderness around him.
The wind blew without ever changing. From its strength to its direction, it remained exactly the same every second of every minute. The green grass on the plain swayed gently in one direction, unchanging and endlessly repeating. The bright moon in the sky seemed like a lamp fixed against the backdrop of the heavens, without moving in the slightest. It also looked far brighter and larger than the moon normally did.
It even caused the entire prairie to shimmer with a faint silver glow.
The Old Hunter was no fool. Like all Demon Hunters, he had merely been influenced by the powerful urges generated by his hunting instinct, which had affected his judgment. At that moment, only Hao Ren and Lily stood before him. One of them did not trigger his hunting instinct at all, while the battle impulse provoked by the other could be resisted with sheer willpower. Thus, after deciding to calm down, Hassu quickly regained control of himself. He confirmed that even though he wasn't in Vivian's Slumber Space, he was still in an abnormal realm isolated from the real world. He then looked at Hao Ren with a little more calm and seriousness. "What exactly do you want?"
"I told you, my goal is the same as that of you Demon Hunters. I want