Yang Yan opened his eyes and scanned the surroundings.
He found himself no longer on the boat, nor in bed.
Instead, he was standing behind a young boy, watching him write.
This boy seemed oblivious to his presence.
Holding a brush, he was intently writing calligraphy at the desk.
"Where am I?" Yang Yan thought.
He looked around again and checked his own body.
His clothes were intact, his hands were unharmed.
"Has the Earth Tribulation ended?"
There was no mud, and he felt no discomfort whatsoever.
"No, even if it has ended, I couldn't possibly be here.
Let alone see an inexplicable young boy in front of me!"
Yang Yan's thoughts raced as he regained clarity.
"Is it because of the Eternal Dream, one of the Three Thousand Daoist Wines?"
He had told Shangguan Yunlian and Zhou Ruxian.
Once they reached the Mountain Town, before disembarking,
they needed to feed him the Dao Wine, the Eternal Dream.
For no other reason!
