Yun Huanling watched as the artifact spirits chimed in one after another, talking about Tiantian.
Just as they were engrossed in their conversation, the door to the secret chamber suddenly opened.
A figure appeared in the doorway...
Yun Huanling widened his eyes, straining to make out the person's appearance, but the face in his field of vision remained a shapeless blur.
The man had long, slender limbs and stood straight, making it clear at a glance that he was a cultivator of the righteous path.
He held a glowing object in his hand, with a spirit no larger than a palm beside it.
Yun Huanling heard the other spirits call it "Tiantian."
Like the newcomer's face, however, the object was a blur. Still, he could vaguely make out that this magic treasure was elongated, its shape somewhat resembling a cone.
For some reason, this magic treasure felt strangely familiar to him. That inexplicable sense of familiarity only made him more eager to see its true appearance.
Yet whenever he strained to see it clearly, his head felt as though needles were stabbing into it.
Yun Huanling jolted himself awake from the dream.
He looked through the window at the sky outside, which had already darkened. Rubbing his still-aching temples, he kept replaying the dream he had just experienced in his mind.
This was the first time he had dreamed after fainting.
Instinctively, he felt that this dream had to be connected to the bouts of physical discomfort he experienced from time to time.
After sitting quietly by himself for a long while, Yun Huanling decided to keep the dream to himself.
His frequent mishaps over the years had already given his elders enough cause for worry. He truly did not want to add to their burden.
Once he put the