Lu Qingshan calmly stood beneath the thunder, facing the tide-like Otherworldly Ghosts with tranquility.
"Can we have something fresh?"
Then, everything shattered like bubbles in an instant.
Lu Qingshan opened his eyes and awoke from the bed.
Dragon Sparrow lay beside his pillow, quietly emitting a glow.
Everything just now was naturally only a dream.
But it wasn't as simple as just a dream.
Ever since the State of Qin and Qingshan Army became powerful, the thunder phenomena gradually subsided, replaced by these occasional nightmares.
At first, they appeared roughly every two or three months.
Recently, it has progressed to appearing every two or three days.
Lu Qingshan vaguely felt that this heaven and earth was rejecting him, but seemed constrained by some limit, unable to directly unleash malice, resorting to these strange ways to suppress him.
