"Who exactly were those figures? Why couldn't I remember..."
Recalling the dream, Yi Feng murmured blankly.
Several hazy figures lingered in his mind, impossible to shake away.
He vaguely remembered that there seemed to be men and women among them. Someone held many blades, someone seemed to wear a helmet, there was also a gigantic shadow like a mountain, and perhaps a little dwarf...
In the dream, those figures stayed close at his side. Whenever they charged, they always protected him from all around, their coordination flawless, as though they were brothers bound by blood.
That scene stirred an indescribable sense of bold passion and hot-blooded fervor.
Yet no matter how Yi Feng tried to recall it, he simply could not make out their faces.
After pondering for a long time without results, he could only give up.
"Forget it, forget it..."
"It was only a dream. It was probably just wild imagination and couldn't be taken seriously. I'll be fine after some rest. Such a strange dream surely won't appear again."
After consoling himself, Yi Feng gradually calmed down.
Yet he had not expected that, over the next several days, the dream would not only keep appearing but grow stranger and stranger, repeating the same scene every day.
Until noon on the third day.
Before Yi Feng had even gotten out of bed, the dream surfaced in his mind once more.
Before his eyes...
He was already standing in an unfamiliar place. He could not tell where he was at all. Even the endless sea of stars at the horizon had become exceedingly dim, as though that place lay deep within the universe, unimaginably far away.
Staring dumbfoundedly at the unfamiliar surroundings, dream-Yi Feng kept moving forward. He did not know where he was going, nor did he know