Lan Canyin looked at Xu Zimo somewhat blankly.
Her eyes were dull, as though she had lost her soul.
"Still not awake?" Xu Zimo asked with a faint smile.
"This is Nine Ghost Academy," Lan Canyin said after a long silence, finally asking tentatively.
"What did you dream about?" Xu Zimo asked.
"Wasn't the dream created by you?" Lan Canyin took a deep breath and replied.
"I create dreams, but not the contents of dreams," Xu Zimo replied.
"The dreams you have are all painted by your own subconscious."
"I understand," Lan Canyin nodded. "Thank you."
"I'm leaving Nine Ghost Academy tomorrow. Prepare the map as soon as possible," Xu Zimo reminded her.
"Why so soon?" Lan Canyin asked in confusion.
"Has someone threatened you?"
"No one in this world exists who can threaten me," Xu Zimo replied.
"It's simply meaningless to stay at Nine Ghost Academy any longer. I'm planning to look elsewhere."
"Alright, I'll give it to you first thing tomorrow morning," Lan Canyin nodded.
As she was about to leave, her brows suddenly furrowed. She took out the Patterned Stone with her right hand and saw that its flickering light had dimmed.
"Is it dark already?" Lan Canyin turned to Xu Zimo and asked.
"It shouldn't be. It can't be this soon," Xu Zimo replied.
Although everyone here used the Patterned Stone as their guide, they could still roughly sense the passage of time.
Night seemed to have fallen a little too quickly.
Xu Zimo took out his own Patterned Stone. Its light had dimmed as well.
Lan Canyin hurriedly shut all the doors and windows.
Outside, a gray wind had already begun to blow. Divine power and Ghost Qi in the void had once again fallen into disorder.
They raged around the White Bone Tree.
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