The earlier assessment was right. She was full of energy.
The old saying about respecting elders and honoring the wise had its merits.
In the blink of an eye, Fu Qian returned from Blood Conquest and let out a heartfelt sigh.
The sequence of events just now had been simple. First, he had activated Clear Dream, trapping everyone inside it.
The three Night Watchers had been completely unaware, but, on edge, they had mistaken his intentions and thought he was about to attack the old woman. They struck first.
Their attacks couldn't possibly have landed. Before they could take effect, he had already escaped the dream.
When the assailant abruptly vanished, the three Night Watchers had switched to rescuing the hostage.
But faced with the fantastical scene before her, and rattled by one shock after another, the old woman who had wandered into the wrong place underwent the same change as Fu Qian and broke free of the dream, returning to reality.
In the end, the rescue attempt failed as well.
As for why the old woman had escaped Clear Dream so easily, the reason was obvious: like the Old Man before her, she was a victim of contamination.
And she had gone a step further than him. When her attempt to mislead him failed, she had chosen a more direct approach and attacked him.
It had been illusory and crude, and great chunks of ash seemed to swirl through it.
Yet he could still make out a vicious, enormous claw, which had flashed across the old woman's arm.
At last, the target he had pursued all this time had revealed its supernatural side.
And that wasn't even the strangest part. The old woman had escaped Clear Dream, but she hadn't woken up.
Now, after delivering that bizarre strike, her