Small Mountain Village.
On the first day of the Lunar New Year, lazy sunlight swept over the village, while the chill of early spring still lingered in the air.
Li Fan woke up and stroked Little White in his arms. It smelled lovely after its bath yesterday, and he couldn't resist taking a good sniff of the cat.
Only then did he get up and step outside. Bai Qian and Nan Feng brought over hot water, and Li Fan washed his face.
"Senior Brother, I think I had a dream last night. In it, there seemed to be another me, dressed in rags, with a body full of fat that was nearly rotting. He came out of the darkness, as if he wanted to possess me..."
Wu Dade turned to Jiang Li and said:
"Could I have been haunted?"
Jiang Li sounded puzzled too.
"...I vaguely had a dream as well. But in mine, there was an elegant, peerless young man, as if he were an immortal. Still, he didn't seem well-intentioned either. He tried to tread my Dao Scene Path..."
The disciples all felt somewhat dazed, but they couldn't quite grasp what had happened.
After all, those things had taken place when they'd been unaware of anything.
"It should be real. After we set out, we attracted some unclean things, and they're probably connected to us in some way..."
Lin Jiuzheng spoke in a low voice.
"So something unknowable happened in our dreams. But Master must have suppressed everything. There's an extra copper coin in each of our Dao Landscapes now..."
Hearing this, the other disciples all examined their Dao Landscapes inwardly. Sure enough, they sensed the presence of the copper coin.
"Master saved us."
"I knew it! As long as Master is here, no matter what danger we