Yang Changxu from the United Group had a dream today.
He dreamt of a black-haired youth standing under the golden sunlight, surrounded by sunflowers stretching across the landscape.
The black-haired youth turned to look at him, holding a plump white cat in his arms.
"Yang Changxu. Finally, I'd like to hear your opinions. The opinions of the United Group, the Self-Salvation Alliance, the New World Guild, and the opinions of many alliances and guild organizations." Su Ming'an's eyes were deep like an ink sea: "Many of you are in the Main God World, so I asked the Cloud City God to weave a dream to bring you here."
With Su Rin's ability, he couldn't yet bridge the gap between the Main God World and instances on a large scale, but the Cloud City God could.
Yang Changxu rubbed his eyes, patted his head, and confirmed he was dreaming.
