In his daze, he seemed to have had a dream.
He seemed to be in a lush green meadow, covered by flourishing flowers.
Then rain began to fall, droplets trickling down the flowers and leaves before landing on his cheek with a patter, winding their way to his lips.
It felt as though a century had passed, yet also only an instant.
Lin Qian woke.
The moonlight was clear and bright. The doors and windows were tightly shut, letting only a little light into the room.
"You... you're awake..."
The woman beside him jumped in fright, springing several meters away to the foot of the bed, no longer daring to look at him.
His awareness returned... or rather, it had been there all along.
Ever since drinking Ten Thousand Drunk, he had pretended to pass out, letting people carry him here and lay him flat.
He had to admit, he was beginning to understand why the Sun Moon Continent had failed to produce a deity even after tens of thousands of years.
Taking drugs was a minor matter; after all, they could still claim it increased Soul Power. But Evil Soul Masters, Ten Thousand Drunk, and all those strange things that had yet to come to light-apart from Soul Tools, not one of them was respectable!
All their attribute points had gone into crooked paths. It would have been a wonder if the number of Soul Masters could rise!
Xu Hao and the others' intentions were obvious: find someone to tie him down so that, even if he left the Sun Moon Continent, he would still serve the empire wholeheartedly. And the person chosen was the emperor's daughter, Princess Xu Xiuxiu.
When he finally unwrapped this "surprise," Lin Qian felt little, his heart as still as water.
After all, he