There was a mystical theory about dreams: what people saw in them was actually what their selves in other times and places were experiencing.
Lucid dreams and true dreams, in particular, were like experiencing a parallel world.
Dream interpretation was also a required skill for anyone dabbling in mysticism. A fortune-teller who could not interpret dreams seemed rather unprofessional.
Yet Zhao Si had used Trina's methods to sink straight down toward the Land of the Dead through dreaming. Probably no fortune-teller could interpret something like that.
More importantly, how had Godwyn ended up like this?
Zhao Si grabbed Godwyn and barreled into a shop beside them. The purple arcs crackling over his body made the merchandise inside float slightly.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what's the rush?" Protecting the ice cream in his hand, Godwyn looked down at Zhao Si in mild bewilderment.
"We're being hunted! Of course I'm in a rush." Zhao Si wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Godwyn licked his ice cream. "Taro really does taste good. One correction: you're being hunted, not us. Have you considered controlling your dream so it stops hunting you?"
"I tried. I can't control it. My dream won't listen." Zhao Si shook his head. "Actually, plenty of dreams are beyond people's control. No, wait, why are you like this?"
"Oh, because I'm in your dream. You wanted to find Godwyn, right? I am Godwyn, but I'm also not Godwyn." Walking ahead, Godwyn opened the shop's back door, which unexpectedly led straight into a mall.
He unhurriedly found a milk tea shop in the mall and actually ordered a cup. "Half sugar. Too much sweetness could make even a Demigod fat."
Zhao Si found it exceedingly strange. This "Godwyn" understood his dream better than he did.
"But you ordered an extra-large. That so-called half