"My name is Yun Mengmeng," Yun Mengmeng said. Lu Yang seemed to react strangely when he heard her name, as though he'd heard it somewhere before.
Her name really was Yun Mengmeng?
Wasn't that the fake name Senior Sister had used when impersonating the Heavenly Court Church's leader?
Lu Yang studied Miss Yun carefully. What an interesting name. It's the same as Senior Sister's fake name.
"Do you know me?" Yun Mengmeng asked hesitantly. Lu Yang's up-and-down stare didn't seem like the look of a good person.
"I don't, but I've heard your name before. You share it with a great figure. If you go around using it, it could easily lead to a misunderstanding."
"What great figure?" Yun Mengmeng wondered if her name was really so common that she shared it with someone famous.
Naturally, Lu Yang couldn't say, Your name is the same as our leader's fake name. He was an Ask Dao Sect disciple right now, not the Heavenly Court Church's young leader.
"There should be storytellers around at this hour." Lu Yang heightened his senses and listened for the nearby teahouse storytellers amid the surrounding clamor.
This street was lined with hotpot restaurants, with snack streets, antique streets, and the like next door. Places like this had plenty of teahouses.
"Come on. I'll take you to hear a story. Then you'll understand."
After winding through a few streets, the two arrived at a teahouse. Lu Yang ordered a pot of the finest tea and a table full of pastries, treating Yun Mengmeng to a storytelling performance.
"...Now, let us speak of the battle in Hanshui City. Two ancient supreme beings wielded dreams as their Dao, drawing a million residents of Hanshui City into a dreamscape and engaging in a battle that could be called a clash