"It was simply a nightmare!"
Zheng Qing came back to his senses from the darkness. When he opened his eyes, he happened to hear Fatty Xin's complaint, and could not help muttering, "...Take out the words 'simply.' It was a nightmare!"
Perhaps because the projection retained a trace of Old Yao's wicked sense of humor, his warning had come just a tiny bit late when that Scented Duck helped everyone enter the dream.
Then, after closing his eyes, Zheng Qing felt as though he had fallen from a bottomless cliff.
Endless void lay beneath his feet, darkness surrounded him, and fierce winds howled past his ears. At first, the boy thought they were merely winds, but glowing orbs of varying brightness soon appeared around him. Out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed winged creatures laughing madly as they swept past him. Most of the wind noise was a mixture of those creatures' laughter and the beating of their wings.
An indescribable darkness lurked amid the bizarre sights around him, giving the boy a powerful feeling that, at any moment, he would fall into the mouth of some Dark Giant Beast.
Not until the glowing orbs around him were tugged by the darkness, slowly stretching out and melting into a luminous rift.
The boy fell into that rift.
When he opened his eyes, he had already arrived in the Illusory Dream Realm.
The young scholarship student eagerly shared his "nightmare" with his companions, hoping to find some resonance. Unfortunately, not everyone had experienced that terrifying fall.
"You didn't see that duck?" Zhang Jixin looked curiously at Zheng Qing and Fatty Xin.
"What duck?" The Fat Wizard scratched his head. "The one on the lectern?"
"I didn't see it." Zheng Qing shook his head.
Xiao Xiao interrupted the three men's