Shen Tang yawned, bored out of her mind.
She realized she couldn't control this dream at all. All she could do was passively listen to that voice speaking with the High Priest [Yin]. Her gaze fell on the child beside the High Priest, and for some inexplicable reason, she felt they were in the same boat—he seemed just as bored as she was.
As her attention wandered, Shen Tang realized someone was watching her.
Following her instincts, she looked back and met the child's eyes.
When she tried to get a better look, the child voluntarily shifted his gaze away. His chubby, pale little hand tugged gently at the High Priest's ornate sleeve as he looked up and asked, "High Priest, will I live here with the Highness from now on?"
The High Priest lowered her head to look at him.
Her pupils held a faint green tint, like a touch of vitality on a spring day. Her gaze was full of affection, along with the faintest trace of guilt. "Mm. You must serve the Highness well. Once you've completed your studies, you'll be the sole heir to my mantle!"
The child nodded earnestly. "Mm."
That voice let out a soft sigh.
The High Priest held her wooden staff and straightened, bowing deeply to the wooden statue in the center of the Divine Temple. "May the Highness succeed in overcoming her tribulation!"
The voice gave no reply.
The High Priest wasn't surprised. She left with elegant steps.
The empty Divine Temple was left with only the child, his little figure looking rather pitiful. Shen Tang propped her chin on her hand and waited for the strange dream to end. Just then, the light around the wooden statue twisted. A hazy green glow took human form before the child, becoming a