"Though we share the same bloodline, you are not my descendant, so we may interact as equals."
Feng Jizi shook his head.
"All right. Then it's fine if I call you Senior Feng, right?"
Liu Zheng said.
"That is acceptable. Then I shall call you Young Friend Liu. Still, I'm somewhat surprised that Young Friend Liu agreed so readily."
Feng Jizi said.
"You're surprised I didn't shamelessly try to claim a connection with you, right?"
"Indeed."
Feng Jizi admitted frankly.
"I don't know why either. Maybe if I weren't an orphan, I'd probably force myself to call you Ancestor."
He scratched his head.
He could not explain the complicated emotions involved.
"Mm. Do you still insist on using nightmares as payment?"
Feng Jizi returned to the main topic.
"I have no choice. They may be side gigs, but they're serious business to me too."
Liu Zheng sighed.
"If so, then come in. By the way, how is the old homeland now?"
Feng Jizi asked.
"I imagine its mountains and rivers still endure, and its flame has been passed on."
He thought for a moment before answering.
"Excellent, excellent."
Feng Jizi's tone brimmed with relief as his figure gradually faded away.
Liu Zheng took a deep breath and stepped forward.
The instant he took that step, heaven and earth collapsed.
Everything around him shattered and dissolved like flowers in a mirror and the moon reflected in water. Countless bizarre scenes rolled before his eyes like a revolving lantern.
Those scenes seemed perfectly clear, yet when he tried to recall them, they left no trace at all.
Indescribable, undefinable, impossible to linger upon.
Only countless emotions clogged Liu Zheng's thoughts like silt, while chilling him until he trembled.
"Waaah!"
He could not help but cry.
Dreams were where the fundamental consciousness of