Long Yifan slept peacefully that night, smiling in his sleep as if he was dreaming about something wonderful.
Well, technically, he was indeed seeing a good dream where he was pressing Gu Jin under his weight...
But on the other side of the mansion, Gu Jin was tossing and turning in her bed. Her sleep was anything but peaceful.
Dark clouds swirled in her dream, and before she knew it, her body was pulled into another world.
She felt her feet touch a cold stone floor.
When she opened her eyes, she was standing on a huge circular platform surrounded by nothing but endless clouds.
Nine tall pillars stood at the edge of the platform, each one covered in strange glowing runes.
On the circular platform sat a strange throne, and on that throne were figures who seemed blurry to her.
They were watching, or to be precise, looking toward a particular throne with malice and anger in their eyes.
