At the sight, Zhu Zhuqing froze and looked around in bewilderment. Every building around her had begun to develop spiderweb-like cracks. Even her own body and Fick's dead body were covered in cracks.
Everything around her drifted away like willow fluff, vanishing bit by bit on the wind, beautiful yet eerie. Within moments, the entire world, Zhu Zhuqing included, had disappeared, leaving only a pink world behind.
Perhaps it was because Zhu Zhuqing's days in the dream had mostly been filled with endless rain, while in reality, today's sky was clear for miles, the sun blazing overhead.
Sunlight spilled into the room, illuminating it as brightly as day.
The dazzling sunlight woke Zhu Zhuqing. Opening her eyes, she found herself lying on a bed beneath a thin blanket. A table stood before her, holding a cup of water and a few pastries.
"Where is this? The Drunken Moon Palace?"
Zhu Zhuqing sat up and rubbed her sleepy eyes. She realized she was not in the guest room in Wangluo City, but in her own room at the Drunken Moon Palace.
"What's going on?"
Zhu Zhuqing got up and walked to the window, looking outside. The view was excellent, taking in all the surrounding scenery. The somewhat familiar surroundings told her once again that this was the Drunken Moon Palace.
"Could all those days wandering with Uncle Fick and the others have been nothing but a dream?"
Zhu Zhuqing shook her head. She did not believe everything she had experienced could have been a dream.
After all, Zhu Zhuqing had personally experienced that hunger, the fear of facing Soul Beasts, and the anger and defiance she had felt when Fick died at the end. None of those things could possibly have been conveyed in a dream.
If it really had been