Luo Hongyi's expression grew unbearably conflicted as she listened to the gentle words of the young man in the rocking chair.
This should have been a supreme blessing worth celebrating, yet now she could not muster even the slightest smile.
So what if she had found her own Dao?
She knew Si Chen did not like seeing them this way, so she drew a deep breath, hugged the booklet tightly to her chest, and nodded firmly.
"I'll remember."
Xie Changsheng, Zhou Yan, Murong Li, Black Mountain, Red Wind, and the others stood silently nearby.
Amid that oppressive atmosphere, a wildly incongruous sound suddenly rose from the grass.
"Heh... hehehe..."
Everyone turned in unison.
Song Chi, who had only just escaped death, was sprawled on his back on the grass.
Not only had his brow completely relaxed, but the corners of his mouth were curling upward uncontrollably, and his drool was almost dripping onto the ground.
"Good... wonderful..."
With his eyes closed, Song Chi pawed blindly at the air with both hands, mumbling indistinctly.
The Great Dream Dao soothed obsessions, granting the dreams living beings had most desperately yearned for before their deaths.
Those departed souls had all found fulfillment in their dreams. As the body's "rightful owner," Song Chi naturally enjoyed a comfortable free ride, sinking into the sweetest, wildest, most shameless dream of his entire life.
In his dream, he had perfected his Sword Dao. One swing of his sword, and all worlds bowed!
His left foot pinned down a battered, bruised Xie Changsheng, while his right pinned down a sobbing Zhou Yan.
And he stood shoulder to shoulder with Si Chen above the nine heavens, revered throughout all worlds as the "Eastern Region's Twin Eccentrics"!
What bliss! What glory!
"You... Xie... fetch my foot-washing water..."
"Damned fox... call