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"Something like that actually happened? At a time like this, there must be something wrong. You, honestly—how can you be so thick-headed? Ghosts enter dreams, but immortals don't! They never show up without a reason!" Blackie said as he spoke, pinching his fingers and beginning to calculate.
"I see. I'd forgotten about that. But dreams arise from the heart—perhaps Shanshan was simply missing Little Immortal too much after Great God Si Xiaoxian left?" I hurriedly asked. Blackie shook his head and said, "Impossible. Right, call her over and have her describe it in detail."
I thought it over. Immortals probably understood immortals better, so I had my disciple call Han Shanshan back. She had followed us over earlier, only to drift away on her own halfway through.
After Han Shanshan arrived and heard Blackie's warning, she was also deeply shocked and hurriedly said, "Actually, I might have just drunk too much. I'm not even sure it was Little Immortal. Just look—she suddenly grew that tall and became that beautiful. How could I possibly be sure it was her?"
"Was there a formation disk behind her? Flying peach blossoms or something?" I hurriedly asked about the scene I had seen when activating the great formation sealed inside her heart. That gigantic version of "Si Xiaoxian" was very likely Little Immortal herself, merely appearing in a dream through another method.
"No... What formation disk? And peach blossoms? No, no, no, there was none of that. Oh, right... There seemed to be a lot of chains, really thick ones, weaving back and forth through the mist..." Han Shanshan shook her head, thought for a long while, and then said, "That's why I said it was terrifying. The dream was so strange—mist, chains, Little Immortal, and what she said. None of that was