"What did you see?" Yuan asked with a smile.
Dong Xiwen had a dream. In it, surging fog obscured all irrelevant scenery. He parted the mist and looked around, only to see a low stone table floating in the void, with himself in pajamas seated across from Yuan, who was dressed in a suit and tie.
The phantom of his long-dead younger brother hovered silently behind him like a ghost.
His gaze dropped uncontrollably, shifting from a god's-eye view to a limited first-person perspective, as though his soul had poured back into his body.
Dong Xiwen sat on a stone stool, squinting at the composed Yuan. "Did that jade pendant bring me to this godforsaken place?"
Yuan nodded. "Yes."
More thoughts did not need to be conveyed through words. They directly became consciousness and entered his body from all directions.
Dong Xiwen understood many things from them, such as what information Yuan wanted to know, as well as the fact that he was currently having a dream that no third person could ever learn about—even if he deliberately tried to recount it, no one else would be able to know.
With a constipated expression, Dong Xiwen let out an "Oh." After a two-second pause, he said, "A white mask. The eyes and mouth were hollowed out, making it look like a smiling face. It had golden patterns on it."
He exhaled and added, "Actually, White Crow didn't avoid anyone. You could probably ask anyone at random and get the same information."
Yuan did not answer. Instead, he said to himself, "It's about what I imagined. As expected, she went to retrieve 'that thing.' Making such a huge show of it just to convey an attitude—she really went to a lot of trouble."
Dong Xiwen raised a brow. "Boss, could you